Much Ado about Nothing

When was the last time you watched the sky? We have had a rainy, stormy, summer here in Vermont and the sky has been gorgeous.

Yesterday, I was sitting on our porch trying to get up the energy to work on the woodshed I’m building. It was Sunday and the local building supply closes at noon. “Hurry, hurry, hurry” said my frantic brain. “Go, go, go,” said my head. “Get busy, busy busy,” demanded my conscious.

But my body was having none of it. I decided to sit just a bit longer watching the clouds drift by. The moment stretched out delightfully.

The clouds were low and puffy, with occasional blue peeking through,

The chickens were happily chattering,

and the breeze was causing the trees whisper to each other.

A robin gave a call, perhaps in response to the wildly gregarious crows.

I tipped back my chair and drifted with the clouds in a state of not-quite-sleep,

and didn’t worry one bit about the woodshed.