There is something wonderful in a morning that follows a night of showers.
The air and the land are clean and fresh...
all hints of pollen, dust, and grime temporarily gone.
It's a fresh slate....and it's just waiting to be doodled upon.
That's sort of how I feel about life each morning...
a fresh slate...
a chance to do it and get it right...
a daily do-over!
What would life be like if we approached each day with that ideal?
If we left behind the disappointments of yesterday,
and just started fresh....
as if a cool spring shower had wiped clean our hearts?
Just a thought that filtered through my mind as I climbed the ladder to the hayloft,
and looked out from the top of the barn over a portion of what I hold dear.
How lucky birds are to have this view at any given time!
(Don't tell the turkeys what they are missing.)
The last stop of morning chores is always the manure pile,
where I dump all of the previous night's accumulated manure.
For the last two mornings, when I reach that area of the farm and pass the pumpkin patch,
this is what I see...
For the life of me, I have no idea how Sam gets himself into the pumpkin patch.
He swears the chickens open the gate for him.
I'm inclined to believe he might be fibbing.
And so, once again I open the gate
and Sam runs out and hops into his favorite seat....
ready to head home for a nap.
It's hard being Sam.
Just ask him.