July 27, 2014 – Today is Sunday. I climbed the peak of Yoga Rock and watched the sun rise over the chicken yard. I witnessed blooms on stretching stems unfold against the slightest caress of heat and promise of the day. I saw the hens in our flock yawn and stretch and go about the business of their day, stretching and pecking as we hens do. I saw the ducks follow each other around the grove looking for bugs before slipping over the side of their wading pool and dip and spin and dive with the grace of a ballet dancer. The dogs came outside with Mom to walk the neighborhood before returning home for breakfast. The kitten snoozed in the window of Mom’s office while the larger feline spied on me from a window on the porch. The songbirds sang, the bees buzzed in and out of the side garden, and somewhere in the far off distance, a wind chime caught a breeze and rang out joyously over its capture.
I was pretty much spent after those five minutes. I hopped off the rock and went in search of hidden treasures left unattended inside the garage. I’m still working on what I’ll do after lunch.