evening

The sun came out today and overcast skies turned into blue and white, puffy clouds floating by on the Spring breeze. All the birds were out and active, animals scampered about. This afternoon I went out back with a hose to water some trees which had been affected by the cutting. One cedar sapling, about eight feet tall, looks a wee bit droopy, so I thought I would spend a while adding some mist. I turned the nozzle to the appropriate spray and pulled the handle, wetting the stand of trees, the ground, and within seconds the robin which flew in from the south.

It must have been intrigued by the localized rain. For the entire time I watered it wandered around, coming within a couple of feet at times, pecking at the ground, looking for bugs emerging from the wet soil. I sprayed it directly, it kept hopping around, merry as… well, merry as a robin on a beautiful spring day. After a few minutes a jay joined us, and it too seemed curious, about the localized rain and why the robin was hopping around, so it hopped around as well, as I continued to water the trees, the ground, the wildflowers, the robin, and the jay.

I felt like preaching a sermon to the birds while I was out there, and while they were such the attentive audience. They flew away before I could start… no one else will listen to me, so maybe the birds will. I think I’ve heard that before.

Anyway, the day came and has gone, I was high and low, productive and not so much. No way to tell if what I do in the present is productive for anything other than to occupy time. I’d like to think it is. Only God knows.

So, the day ends, and I feel unreflective, having poured out reflections all the day in other contexts, and it being Friday night and all.

There are times in which I wouldn’t mind a little casual interaction. This is one of those times. Alas… This is where I’m supposed to be, however, so I should find peace in it all. There is, really, if I just let it in.