Lately, the weather has been very nice. Fall is by far my favorite time of the year. The leaves change and gently fall to the ground. Soft rain drifts lazily down and the deer start to move early in the morning. Squirrels dash from limb to limb. They chatter back and forth. In moments of silliness I imagine them gossiping about their rowdy neighbors. As I walk quietly through the woods the smell of pine tickle my nose. In silence, I watch as nature and her inhabitants commute about their busy lives.
It is the little things that make life so precious. The singing of the birds as they land in the snow. There have been times that I stood at my mother’s window and watched as cardinals peck the ground searching for food. Bird watching is something that I enjoy. The maddening dash of the hummingbird’s as they zip from feeder to feeder. There is a simple pleasure of watching the birds weave about and flit from one branch to another. While watching, I often consider my life.
My movement and trajectory may not be as maddening as a hummingbird’s but the chaotic moments are there. In times of stress, I watch. The lilt of a restrained chorus from the sparrows lift my spirit. I smile as a woodpecker bangs out a tune that only it understands. It reminds me that life is to be savored. The quiet moments are far and few, but they are the ones that stand out the most in my mind.