Day 87; Footnotes of Storms of Success

I watched the weather today. We were under a severe weather watch and the clouds looked just threatening enough to bring that about. Thankfully there wasn’t anything severe here.

Between rain showers though, amazing things happened.

I got tired of sitting here staring out a window so I grabbed a jacket and headed into the woods. I wanted to see what the water level was in the pond. I also had been hearing geese flying overhead and wondered if they were making a home at the pond. Heading out the back door I walked carefully down the hill toward the pond. I say carefully because I have slid down that hill after a rain storm and the thought just didn’t sound good for the moment.

When I got down to the pond I did spook something out of the water. They looked too small to be Canadian Geese but they may have been young. I walked around the pond and then across the small field toward the woods. I followed the small stream around the field and toward the woods. All the while I was listening to the birds calling across the woods. The winds blowing through the tree branches adding to the magic of the moment. That moment, the woods were peace. I had gone down into the woods to escape a moment of boredom and find calm.

Later, back at home I noticed the loudest, most brave of the three feral cats staring through the window at me. It was obvious I had made a grave error and there was nothing out there for them to eat. Taking food out, I also managed to hold this cat that has been tagged with the moniker of Loud Mouth.

The one with the fluffy tail is Fuzzy Butt and the smallest is Itty Bitty.  Not officially names, but something to call them as I try to earn their trust.
Now, as the hour here grows late, I have stepped outside to look at the full moon and stand in the night breeze blowing. The wind or a cat one, has caused the security light to come on beside the house. I’m sitting here, recalling  conversations I had earlier. That I walked down to see the neighbor’s young chickens and watched a hawk fly by overhead.

They also gave me an aloe plant. I think someone spilled the word that I do love plants. Conversations with friends that brought smiles and reflections and curiosity.

Today there had been warnings of severe storms, and today held that, only they were storms of success.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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