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Ask any cicada about the pandemic and they will stare at you with those big red eyes thinking to themselves, what pandemic? Okay so they are bugs, they may not speak, but I am pretty sure they are oblivious to the challenging last 15 months we have experienced. It’s a drop in the bucket compared to their 17 years of isolation.
Sometimes we fail to recognize a surplus of goodness, a fabulous feast so to speak. Nature on the other hand rarely misses a chance to take advantage of a good thing. We were away for a week recently only to return to find our bird feeder nearly full. It had been all but abandoned.
There are rules for just about everything. Sometimes we question whether we should follow the rules. In hanging art, I read the most frequent mistake is hanging art too high. The rule is to hang the center of the art piece at eye level. I liked that rule.
There are times when you are tired, bored, frustrated, and think all I want to do is quit. Maybe it’s a job, or another responsibility. Maybe it’s even something that started as fun but now it isn’t. Whatever the situation we have all most likely reached that intersection where we just want to turn and walk away.
I stood frozen facing out the backdoor. I stood for so long not moving that finally my husband asked if I was okay. I carefully turned toward him and whispered, “We have a new bird on the block, he’s at our feeder, and he’s amazing.” Soon there were two people staring out the window.
Don’t tell anyone, but I really love to clean my pantry. You’re thinking, why not clean the areas that other people see? Who cares about a pantry? Isn’t it supposed to be hidden storage?
