Every Day Is Precious
It’s barely dawn and the barn is shining like a brand new penny, there’s fresh water in the troughs, the hay room is raked clean, and everybody’s nose is buried deep in their morning hay. As I walk back to the house I can’t help but glance back and visually embrace my many blessings.
Beyond the corral gate, the dew is glistening like jewels on yesterday’s fresh cut grass. It’s fragrance still lingering in the morning air. The path to the chicken yard is filled with cotton tail bunnies feasting on the crisp cool greens. I sipped my coffee and waited for their mad dash to the tack shed. The not so secret haven where they raise all their babies.
I quietly sneaked up on my early risin’ ladies, just to make sure the bossy hens weren’t stirrin’ up a feud. But this morning it was peaceful, and I was entertained watching the hens tend to their morning agenda. Some were happily scratching through the fresh straw that filled their coop. Others were preparing the ground for a dust bath. All the rest were fluffing their feathers in a single ray of insignificant sunshine.
I looked at my watch and was shocked at the time, it was a work day, and now I was running late.
How could I have wasted so much time?
The answer was simple. Today was the day I took the time to appreciate the special things in my life. Shame on me for wasting so much time taking them all for granted.