I look down. A lot. I fall, I run into things I trip - a lot - so it’s a good idea to look where I’m going. I also look over my shoulder - a lot. Checking to see if I’m followed. Or second guessing if I went the right way. I seldom look up. Until now, until we moved here. Now we are in a place where I can look up. I can take a moment and breathe and look around me instead of just where I'm going or where I came from. Because I’m looking up, I see the owls. I get to see the birth of their owl babies and watch them hunt and watch me and grow. Having owls in my life is awesome. Because I'm looking up, I spend time watching birds on the feeders, chipmunks attempting to get on the feeders, deer sticking their tongues into the feeders. I watch people doing their weird people things. Because I’ve been looking up, I even saw a pair of hawks flirting along side my car while driving to get gas. Because I'm looking up, I breathe. But even in a place where I think I’m taking time to see things, there are things I miss. Our garden, for example, is mostly forest and weedy grass with a few flowers thrown in here and there. When I look at it, I seldom see the good in the yard. I see the weeds. Or the rocks that I need to dig up. Or the holes that the chipmunks have made and Tigger the Dog has made bigger. Or the deck that is totally not finished and won’t be for years. I don’t see the flowers. I don't see. Take for example, these flax-like plants I planted last spring. I put three of them in front of the patch of ground where one day, there will be a deck. I was totally surprised they survived last summer, let alone this last winter of 2° snowy cold horror. I’ve ignored them all this summer except for the times when I've occasionally attempted to weed around them and they’ve stabbed me. You better believe I notice them then. And then, this week, this stem appeared. Or rather, this week, I looked, really looked at the garden and noticed that this stem had suddenly appeared in the middle of one of the pokey flax-like plants. And a few days later, this is what the beauty looked like. And after the spectacular thunder and lightning storm we had a few days ago, it still stood tall. I'm excited to see what happens next. To see where these flowers grow and who comes to visit them.
This is what you see when you look up, people. Look up!
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AuthorMy name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me Archives
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