Mother Nature teaches us all kinds of lessons. Some are very quiet and peaceful, such as the sun touching our face, or wind conducting a symphony with my outdoor chimes.  I love the fog clouds as they climb come over the mountains. They seem so strong and determined and then the sun touches their fingertips and they go way to who knows where. 

The sounds of nature used to be distant, as I was too busy to stop and listen to the branches sway, the finches bathe, and the maple leaves land on the lawn grass.

  Now, I take the time….as time is drawing nigh in my life.  I watch the sun rise on some mornings, knowing that my grandchildren are up and already in school and my brother is loading is truck for the day.   I take comfort in knowing these quiet moments, before the day begins.

As I make coffee, finches, by some magical design, come from nowhere and everywhere to breakfast on sunflower and thistle in my back yard.  We evidently have a friendship because when I put my kitty out on his leash and discard  the morning paper, they continue ‘talking over the fence’ as though I didn’t exist.

The iris have faded for the season and I am trimming their tired leaves, as new ones reach to the sky for added enrichment before winter.  Each day, when my inside work is done, I take my little seat, my gloves, an my clippers and work my way around the yard, just to freshen everyone’s looks for those who walk by.    I hope it makes them feel better, cause it makes me feel better.

I’ve given up on the gopher and the two ground squirrels.  I think the gopher knows he is okay as long as he stays on the slope, but woe to him, if he ventures onto my yard.  The squirrels, however, come and eat the dropped seeds with their feathery friends. 

Mr. and Mrs. Crow, however, even tho they come almost every day, have not been welcomed by the aforementioned.  I don’t know what  was said, but it sure rubbed everyone the wrong way.  The couple come in late morning to miss the breakfast crowd and they waddle  their way thru the dropped seeds, not minding if the picking is thin.  If, by mistake, the squirrels are still there, they  might nip at their tails now and then, to gain the prime seed spot.

And so it goes, Mother Nature, tapping us on the shoulder, every moment of our lives….if only we would take time to feel her touch.