I let the chickens out today, and much to my surprise it became the best part of my day, for it forced me to stop and smell the roses. You see it had been a good day, a fulfilling day, with much hard work and tasks accomplished.
There was an unexpected, but welcome caller to be enjoyed and fed. A necessary and pleasant visit to admire the current stage of a renovation of unbelievable proportions. The animals and their habitats were tended. Lawns were mowed, hedges trimmed, wood prepared for burning, and sidewalks were swept clean for scooter sailing grandbabies. Then, heavy sigh, when contemplating how to repair a potential breakage in the chicken run, I forgot, left the door open, and therefore provided the girls access to the beckoning moist soil teeming with delicacies, outside over there, beyond the confines of their placement.
Well, I took a seat, because having moved my daughters freedom garden to our new domicile recently, there were pots, and pots, and pots of edibles lined up and waiting for me to win the great grass war of 2015, and I knew that it would only take a blink of an eye for those beauties to uproot her many years worth of winnowing, and besides chicken corralling is not something I am fond of; it takes too much work.
As I waited, I watched the girls scratch and turn the soil. Then it happened, as I inhaled the newly released pungent aroma of the earth, time stood still and opened my senses to the peacefulness of God’s creation. What else could I do, but lean back, pause the looping to do list of my mind, and commence the mental recitation of God’s Glory.
“Praise God from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!”
Thomas Ken 1674