Another Perception

I left work early yesterday to enjoy a little sunshine that we all have missed for weeks. I watched a mother robin pull a worm from our mud soaked driveway. We let the 3 remaining baby geese enjoy an afternoon of sunshine, having been confined to our back porch since their arrival - too small to know the dangers of the hawks that lerk just yards away. Our rain gauge showed another 2+ inches, not realizing that come August it will crack from dry heat, but thankful all the same that we may have a sufficient water reserve for our drinking water during the summer months. The husband attempted to mow the front of our property, only to make a single round and return the mower to the hill due to standing water on the yard. A phobia this is for him it seems. A very nervous condition that seems to occur twice a week, and has become a family joke. I often wonder how much truth there is to the theory that men mow because it drowns out the sound of children, or in our case, wives. And the magnificent color of the bluebirds, enough to remind me of God's wonder, appear and disappear as quickly as the realization of our insignificance.