Yesterday I had a wonderful, glorious day of nothingness.
I’m certain there was something I could have been doing, but I refused to dwell on tasks. No housecleaning. No canning. No harvesting…er…very little, anyway!
A few morning hours were spent outdoors, prepping the garden for winter. Pulling stakes and posts, removing trellises, gathering the last of cucumbers for seed saving. It was mindless enough!
There were several vegetables still lying in the squash patch. Deciding they ought to be fed to our heritage turkeys, I opened the bird’s gate and slipped inside. One by one, vegetables were broke open and tossed upon the grass.
Once again I was reminded how deeply satisfying it is to keep animals. I do so enjoy this aspect of returning to healthy, wholesome food!
Suddenly, I noticed. The colors. Yellow willow leaves scattered over the ground, contrasting the green grass and accenting the bird’s plumage.
Err…all the birds that had plumage! The poor grey hen standing back and center always goes through molting season with a bang. Poor, half-naked creature, always in sync with cold, fall rain!
Apart from her, I was struck by the soft blend of colors, unique to each turkey. The accents. Their soft chirring and shy but curious nature.
Strange. Why should slowing down, taking time to notice nature’s display of seasonal beauty feel…foreign?
When was the last time I’d stopped to appreciate life around me? I so readily preach the “everything-is-too-fast-paced-and-we-need-to-slow-down” message. Seems I’d fallen into the very trap I so hate?
So it was!
Instead of hurrying off to finish the garden, I sat in the pen, yes! on smelly turkey manure, grass and leaves. Bird poop or not, I had suddenly caught a whiff, the stale odor of my soul. And I didn’t like it.
To breathe and soak in life around me felt good, so good.
Breathe. The autumn rush is over. Breathe. The garden is mostly in. Breathe. Canning pressure is off. Breathe.
There is something about observing God’s creation that stills and fills something inside of me. His artwork and masterpieces are beyond compare!
I couldn’t have sat for more than 10 minutes. But it was enough. Dusting off carhartt overalls, the feet-encased-in-rubber-boots moved back toward the gate, back to the garden to finish up.
Good. It was good.
After lunch, I took a nap. Upon awakening, I lay still and listened to the sound of rain drops coming in through the open window. For the first time in months, I was completely unaware of my need to’s and must-do list.
Nothingness. Stillness, quietness, calmness.
Sweet, sweet rest.
The day wasn’t completely work free, but somehow my brain stayed in function (instead of overdrive) mode. I did dishes that afternoon, prepared supper, pared apples for the making of apple butter and began to bake them down in the oven. Hunting plans for the evening were cancelled. And early bedtime was had.
Yesterday, my friend, was beautiful!