I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in. ~George Washington Carver
I got a package in the mail yesterday. I didn’t remember ordering anything that felt like clothes.
But there inside was a soft pink fleece shirt.
Along with a pink-striped silver pen and a silver key ring attached to a small watch embedded in pink leather. To take notes and time my sitting, I suppose.
I searched through the invoice.
Aha! My mother. The lurker. She knows about the pink and the yard sitting.
Would you mind sending a pink snowmobile suit when it gets colder?
Anyway, the peachy pink shirt matched this morning’s colors.
And I had company. Besides the bunnies I startled who were hanging around the garden.
Who called his friends.
Who all came to admire and tune up and share the their plans for the day.
And then my imagination took flight, and I saw a coyote trotting up and down between the corn and the fence and a deer peeked around the corner of the garage.
It could happen.
We saw drama a couple summers ago when a coyote chased three deer around the field. I think the deer won that race.
Later I rode with Dennis over to our rental house because he and his sister wanted me to take pictures of some damages. Because I’m the photography expert these days, doncha know.
And they told of one family who had come to look at the house and the little girl who called them out to their car.
“I really love this house,” she said. “I want to give you some money to hold it.”
And she gave them 35 cents.
No, they didn’t keep it.
Anyway, after taking all those pictures, I’m in a panic because my card is all filled up, and what if God broadcasts something I need to record before I can get to the store?
Is this boring? I’m not my usual disturbed Thursday self.
I not sure this this yard sitting and tuning in is good for a disturbed mind.
But maybe that’s a good thing after all.
Joining other pleasantly disturbed minds over at Duane’s place today.