1) Six week-old peacocks can fly. Fly like 12 feet into the air and land on barn rafters. As my baby peacock contemplated his (or her) next move standing on the edge of the inside barn eve – with access to the outside – I heard the call of a hawk from overhead. I like to think it was his (or her) spirit animal communicating a message of peace and common sense. More likely, it was a stone-cold Hannibal Lecter looking for his next meal. In the end, something was communicated because the peacock is now safely back in his crate for the night.
2) Clearing out over-growth under a tree today, I now know, like Dr. Livingston himself, that any form of weed can be almost immediately whacked out of your way. With a little smart thinking and a sharp hand saw, even the Congo doesn’t stand a chance. I felt like some illegal logging company, chopping through an ancient growth forest as I cleared out ignorant weeds and trees, impeding on a lovely Hawthorn. Take that HGTV!
3) I can get up a 6:30 in the morning and cook a good breakfast. I know, a lot of people are up and at ’em early in the morning. And kudos to you. But talk to me when you don’t have a Starbucks within any sort of distance, are doing manual labor all day, and have lost any ability to sleep in. As a whiny aside, I have no weekend. What used to be a time to relax, has been a time to cook and clean. And working 2 weeks straight can make you a little loopy. If Bacon’s watermelon isn’t cut so-so, he can become quite the diva!
Tomorrow undoubtedly holds more opportunities to learn and live. I plan on making 100 jars of jam. There’s bound to be some lessons wrapped up in that! And when that lightbulb moment appears, I’ll be sure to share it with you.