This morning Jasper (2 years old) woke up crying at 5:25 am. I went in and gave him a big hug and put him back down. He fell asleep. I, on the other hand, was completely awake. I went downstairs, made myself some tea, and sat down on the couch (we have a couch in the kitchen, a complete luxury!). I like to sit and think. Just stare and think. I probably look like a complete idiot; Jenna often catches me doing that and asks if I’m ok. Yes, I am, just thinking. Don’t people think anymore? Or am I just weird? And why is weird spelled with the e before the i? Isn’t it i before e except after c?
At about 6:30 am I went out to measure the new chicken yard that Jenna bought fencing for yesterday. The temperature was 38 and sunny. The grass is high (I am so tired of lawn) and the dew was heavy. I had my muck boots on so they got all slick and shiny, like a professional cavalry man.
Then I walked up to a pasture where we planted a sort of corridor of 25 sugar maple trees (saplings) last year. Some of them are coming up nicely, about 2 feet tall. Some have been devoured by deer. My vision: In 25 years they will be about 50 – 60 feet tall. We planted them so that there’s sort of an entry way, two by two extending about 100 feet, creating a circle. I stood at the entry way, the saplings about shin high, and listened and looked. Wild turkeys gobbling, barn swallows whistling and swooping above, ring-necked pheasants cackling, goldfinches flashing like bright stars, early morning feathery sunlight like silver on the dewy grass, me barely breathing because it’s so beautiful.
My realization: We live in a park.