I relocated my pen and paper to the outdoors. Rather than exercising the keyboard, I am drowsing, sitting by the pond soaking up the gentle kisses of spring sunshine. Tumbling water splashes sparkles in every direction contributing a stress-reducing gurgle to the ambiance.
I tilted to look at a sky so clear and blue I was certain, if I stretched high enough, I could touch it. Honestly though, under these conditions, who wants to even move?
The birds are twittering, or would that be tweeting? They are ready for warm days punctuated by frequent snacks of fat, juicy bugs. Mr. Bluebird waited as his wife inspected one of my nest boxes. She evidently wanted larger closets or a better view, so they flew. A neighbor installed a new box, and perhaps that site will be more to Mrs. Bluebird’s liking.
Tiny wrens are singing their melodious songs, and I marvel that those impressive tunes can warble from such tiny beaks. The boisterous crows flit from tree to tree screeching about high taxes, rising national debt, and shortages of suitable peanut treats in local eateries.
Daffodils dance in the breeze, free at last from the twin weights of ice and snow.
I take a moment to give thanks to the Creator for His wondrous works. A few minutes in reflection restores perspective and recharges my spiritual batteries. The sons of Korah wrote these words:
Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. Psalm 46:10 (KJV)
Spring is tenaciously clawing for center stage in our neighborhood. I wish you could join me. Together we might push Old Man Winter to a final exit, stage right. There is an open chair beside the pond, and we could say we are attending a conference.
That counts as working from home.