Flowers, Birds, Deer and Sweet Serenity
Deer Enjoying Bird Seed
Chipmunk Awakens From The Winter
A Squirrel and a Squirrel Proof Feeder
GOOD MORNING WORLD
It is 6:00 A.M. and the din of CNN has been in the background for two hours now. I am on my third mug of coffee and have read emails, newspapers online, stories by other writers and have left my footprints on their articles. Today the morning air is warm and the kitchen's backdoor is open as I busily peck away like a woodpecker on my laptop. Then suddenly everything comes alive with the beautiful chirping of birds and the songs they sing to each other. The sun is rising and with it, the joy of a new day begins. My feathered friends have brought me a morning symphony circling my ears with unique sounds and happy medleys to jump start the day.
LET THE CONCERT BEGIN
In the audience for today’s grand show are the chipmunks that are playfully chasing each other around the big maple tree. They pause and grab a seed or kernel of corn that has fallen to the ground, before starting up their antics all over again. Their cousins, the squirrels are content with balcony seating as they forage and conquer the squirrel proof feeders. Soon the auditorium of wildlife will fill up with hummingbirds, monarch butterflies, bunnies and the fashionably late deer. The concert of life soothes the senses on this glorious day and I’m elated to be a part of their performances. The confetti of maple tree helicopter seeds twirls and gently land on the plush green carpet, mixing in colors of yellow as the lawn becomes a psychedelic painting. I have been blessed today with a concert hall, art museum and menagerie of magnificence, grace, and beauty. Today is a day to embrace and hold onto tight because who knows what tomorrow may bring.
PAINTING A MASTERPIECE
The artist’s palate is red, blue, brown, orange, white, gray and black, boldly representing the cardinals, blue jays, robins, mourning doves, blackbirds crows, and sparrows. The painting of wildlife before me is a masterpiece. No amount of money can purchase the unique pieces being shown. For you see, this is an open air gallery to savor. The admission fee has been waived as the spectator feasts their eyes on the sanctuary of life in motion. I am mesmerized by how the orchestra pit fills up in such a gradual manner. Around 4:30 A.M. I hear one lonely song and then another bird pipes in and in no time the entire yard is enveloped in the sweetness of nature’s music. The plays and drama of wildlife act out each part to perfection. Not one actor misses their lines in this act of life. Every day the cast receives my smiles, applause, and a standing ovation. There are times when intermission arrives quickly to the cacophony of lawnmowers and weed whackers. However, the assault on one’s senses doesn’t last forever and soon the production will resume.
I'M A FORTUNATE MAN
I am a lucky and appreciative man. Happy is the person who realizes and understands the richness of sight, smell, taste, hearing, and touch. Gratitude, thankfulness, and serenity have captured me with age and I am elated it found its way into my soul. When we are younger we don’t either make the time or take the time to quench our thirst of all the free gifts Mother Earth has to offer. We are busy finding, keeping, nurturing or getting rid of relationships. Many worked hard at attaining achievements within their careers. We toiled away to literally put bread on the table. We were building or buying houses and cars and raising our children. Our lives were busy and the moments to stop and smell the roses were far and wide. Then all of a sudden we exhale and poof…the children are adults with children of their own and the careers have ended and if you’re fortunate, you share a too large abode with a spouse or significant other. Then there is a knock on your memory bank. “Who’s there?” you ask. Why it is something that has been there all along. Nature, wildlife, flowers, trees, green grass and shrubs in bloom are what adorn my yard and I welcome all they have to offer.
PLEASE DON'T EAT MY FLOWERS
Aside from the animals I mentioned earlier, my backyard has also hosted fox, coyotes, wild turkeys, opossum, woodchucks, peregrine falcons, eagles and even a bear. No one has been shooed away. Instead, it is I who has learned to fence in my vegetable garden, move some plants closer to the patio and sprinkle Irish Spring soap around some other plants. The deer hate Irish Spring soap, but alas I didn’t remember in time and they devoured my geraniums without me even knowing it until the next day.
THE DAY HAS ENDED
It’s evening now and the musicians and entertainers have disbanded and gone home. The air is still on this warm night and the only noise is the din of some nonsensical, blabbering television show. However, within a few short hours, the encore opera with an aria thrown in here and there will start all over again. I’ll be here waiting, with a mug of coffee in hand and a smile on my face and in my heart. Did you stop and smell the roses today? Will you be more aware of your surroundings tomorrow? If you are struggling in finding your own serenity, my only suggestion is to make peace with yourself and those around you. If you are able to take a few baby steps toward inner harmony, then you too will delight in pleasures the orchestra of life is so patiently waiting to play for you.
WRITTEN BY: DENNIS L. PAGE