I am up… have had breakfast… well most of it… still drinking
my first mug of coffee for the day… the rest consisted of wheat toast butter
and raw honey. This is enough for this
morning. Dog laundry in the washer… compression pants on… checking in and
checking the weather before I head out to do ranch rounds. I know the waters
need to be freshened… Watered my few tomato plants already… and my pot of
peppers… there are more cherry tomatoes shining red amongst the green of their
leaves… my few cucumbers are vining and blooming… here is hoping that they can
set on before the frosts take them.
I’ve seen the golden harbingers of autumn shining amongst
the green of the cottonwood trees… shining out their announcements… fall is
coming… fall is coming… the golden rod is in bloom along the sides of the roads
bobbing their golden manes in the late summer breezes… the corn is standing
tall… wearing their crowning tassels… proudly… whispering grow grow grow… time
is short … grow grow grow… form our treasures hidden in husks before the
freezes come… the beginnings of the harvest dance has begun…
Soon… soon enough… the drops of dew from the morning fogs
will have changed their character… from soft shining orbs and a fine warm caressing
mist… to beautiful crystalline shards… forming in winter’s breath…
And yet… today… today is starting with a sunny 67 degrees F….
heating up into the upper 90’s possibly into the 100 degree range… the cucumber vines are whispering … there is time…
yes there is time… come bees… come wasps… there is time… come see our yellow blooms…
dance and harvest sweet pollen…. Come come come… let us put on our fruits…
The young fox and coyote are growing … putting on coat… preparing
for winter… yet still playing in the summer’s sun… careless young ones… dancing
through their first season… hard lessons to learn… as one’s body lies decaying in
the heat of the sun… killed by a passing human… hard lesson learned in such a young
life… glimpses of their beauty will be rare… as they have learned to hide from human
sight… ones sad loss is another’s bounty as flies lay their eggs and their children
feast as maggots devouring the young coyote’s corpse…
Nature waste’s nothing… a lesson humans seem to have forgotten…
images of land fills… and garbage piled high flashes through my mind… along with
hard cement walkways … and the lost souls walking them… so many separated from the
very earth they depend upon for their survival… their connection so ignored as to
be lost to them completely… some can hear… some can feel… but so many are the walking
dead… no wonder zombie stories carry such appeal…
My toast is finished… my mug of coffee nearly dry… and time is
rapidly slipping by… she laughs as I try to catch her to hold her still … just for
a moment… and loops along her way… tis time for me to head out the door to freshen
the waters… feed what needs food… gather the gifts eggs the girls have given… and
be off…
May you walk in peace this day…
Mary E. Robbins
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