It twas a wee bit frosty here this morning – alright, downright cold – but the clear blue sky and the golden light beckoned to me and encouraged me to bring my camera!
I continue to be amazed by the abundant seasonal beauty that reveals itself on this little patch of ground. It was the chickens and the dogs who drew me in to it initially. And I thank them for it.
As a child, I was an avid observer of nature – the environment surrounding a space, the sounds, the smells, the light. I would spend hours wandering about my grandparent’s farm, observing the sheep from a perch on the pasture gate, exploring the barn, the edges of field, the garden…..swinging endlessly on the old wooden swing beneath the branches of a stout maple tree….dozing on the porch swing, enveloped in the crisp clean scent of the bridal wreath blossoms, listening to the bees busily collecting pollen and nectar.
Early and mid adulthood took me in other directions, and while I still always enjoyed my time outdoors in nature – in my yard, on walks, during vacation trips – I became more of a traveler through it, most of the time with a destination in mind or a task to be completed.
And then, at about age 50, the chickens and the dogs brought me back to nature; encouraged me to linger there – to just be.
Look up, look down, look closely.
Be aware of the sounds, the songs, and the warning calls of the wild birds.
Feel the curve of the dogwood tree that perfectly cradles my back when I lean against it.
Notice the abundance all around.
I began to take note of how the tension in my neck and shoulders eased upon arrival. How it was easier to straighten my spine, pull my shoulders back, and take a deep breath. How the sounds of the hens cooing and clucking, scratching and pecking, soothed my frayed edges. How observing the dogs using all of their senses – to communicate with one another and to detect the environmental details of their surroundings – reminds me that there is wisdom far greater than ours all around us, each day, each minute, each second.
This morning I spent some time resting back against the dogwood tree.
Listening to the wild birds and the squirrels going about their business.
Drinking in the golden light.
Remembering the hens and the pups who gently pulled me back to linger awhile with Mother Nature.
And I thanked them for it.