The thoughts that occupy my mind these days are mainly on seeds, growing, transplanting and mowing. There seems to be little to no time for any sort of non-productive recreation, the time to plant is now and seedlings- much like infants, demand full care and attention. Thankfully, I arise very early. My coffee break begins then around 5:10 in the deep A.M, just as the sun peeks over the Pocomoonshine knoll. I travel to a spot in the yard where I might sit in the finest first sunspot, out by the chicken coop- near the Wysteria yet nearer to the Oak tree. It is so early that the owl in the west woods still calls and the chickens barely whisper as they must hear too, an early warning of mealtime talk from a great predator’s beak to her babes-
“We are not only nocturnal, little ones. In this first luster of light, many new and bright young things wander out into the sunrise glow and welcome the new day with songs that announce their position. Breakfast time chicks, I’ll be back soon…”
The old hens stay put, but the young carefree rooster flies up to crow on a fence post…just like his brothers did and I can’t help but wonder if he wonders where did they go? One morning, they were here too- the next, POOF- out of the thin air something plucked them up in mid-crow. This farm does not much need a rooster so if he crows and goes, I’ll heed to nature’s way and not make a big deal out of it. Although that fine cocksure Bantam is sure a welcome sight with his glistening black long tail feathers and white though dappled plumage. Truly, I would hate to seem him go but what can you do when there are hungry babies in the woods with a sharp-eyed mama owl always on the prowl, vigilantly feeding her young?
Sip my coffee, listen to the birds- breathe deep and long and never shallow for the work of the day waits patiently as a keen eyed owl and can overwhelm just as quick as her swooping nature- one must be fit mentally, physically and perhaps most importantly to this wide eyed grower- spiritually attuned here by this light, this new day sun to take in each grateful breath and exhale just as thankfully for the opportunity to work with the earth.
I am one year older- true, but my back is stronger and holds up better or perhaps I move slower and surer- maybe it’s the fluid way I work into the day, no longer rushing head on in but first, adjusting my heart to the love of the doing. Every day I wonder still…and am filled with just being.