Saturday, August 17, 2013
It's Saturday morning and the day is full of possibilities. So many things that we want to do. So many things we think we should do. But the out-of-doors is calling stronger than any of these things. The weather is cool enough that I need a sweatshirt even though the sun is starting to shine. Ward decides that he is going to do some fence line cleaning, and I decide that I am going to rid a flower bed of Johnson grass. The dew is heavy and in no time our feet are soaked and our pants legs aren't far behind. But this doesn't matter because we feel like we're part of the creatures who call the out-of-doors their home. When we first go out, the birds are quiet and the insects are resting, but as the sun gets higher in the sky, they start flying and chirping. We take this as a signal that it's time for us to think once again about all of the things we want to do today and all of the things we think we should do. But that's okay because we know we can come back at the end of the day and be part of this world again.