This morning when I was trying to quickly hang my clothes on the line while contemplating the long list of chores I needed to complete today when all I really wanted to do was sink my teeth into this book I had just started reading, it suddenly occurred to me:
the sun was beating down on my bare shoulders;
the breeze was bringing me wonderful scents;
the birds were serenading me;
the brook was telling me a story;
and, the barn cat, Boot, was keeping me company.
Right then and there my perspective shifted. It was a wonderful feeling.
I stopped fighting the breeze as it ruffled the tops I was pinning to the line.
I first heard and then saw the little woodpecker (Hairy or Downy, I am not sure) fly by and cling to the budding tree.
I paused to watch the horses swishing their tails against the flies while they congregated around the round bale.
I breathed in the unique scent of sea and barnyard.
I bent down and scratched the cat.
I quietly smiled as I listened to the birdsong (which included crowing roosters).
Life is good.
PS – For those of you who are wondering, and I know that some of you are, the book is The Four Letters of Love by Niall Williams (and I did manage to devour several chapters this afternoon.)