I saw him the other day in the yard. I was struck dumb! In MY yard??
Forgive me if I blather, but I grew up in this town – in this neighborhood – played in the woods throughout my childhood. Never did I see such a thing! Rabbits – on occasion. Squirrels – a plethora of them. Chipmunks – a scurrying glimpse. But – never a real live woodchuck!
This morning, as I was making the tea with a melancholy stare out the kitchen window – fighting the worry of hurricanes threatening up the coastline – A WOODCHUCK! Standing upright and looking at me from the middle of the yard!
Oh – how I hoped he would get in good camera range – not to be, of course, for this shy guy. I was delighted! My melancholy fled at the unusual and unexpected sighting – just like the last time . . .
My very first woodchuck sighting was a special moment when the Lord so gently taught me about not being so rushed about in my heart that I miss the unexpected little joys and simple pleasures He sprinkles about in my life just to delight me – saying, “I love you . . . I’m caring for you . . . Trust me for all good things and beauty . . .”
Hurricanes over the weekend notwithstanding – school opening on Monday and my classroom furniture not arrived and a mountain to climb before students arrive . . .
Be sure to STOP for the simple pleasure of a woodchuck sighting in your backyard. And, be at peace . . .
Sharing this Simple Pleasure with Dayle at A Collection of This and That.