Thursday, October 3, 2013
My Favorite Thing
Moving along the deck from sun to shadow with leaves twirling down (job security) and hummers doing a fly-by past my head, I thought, "This is my favorite thing to do." No, wait. Hanging laundry on the line is my favorite thing. Wrong again. Riding around on the lawn tractor mowing down weeds is my favorite thing. Looking into a deer's eyes before it turns to go back into the woods; watching the vultures circle or a hawk dive; listening to the hens gossip at bedtime; filling a bucket with foaming milk from a contented goat; sitting with Bessie's head on my feet and Pearl safe nearby; seeing my family piling out of their trucks (all but Pete drive trucks) or calling "Love you!" as they go down the drive; sunrise and sunset. How can only one thing be the favorite when life is filled with such moments and so many more?