Ahead of the Storm

The bunnies basked.  The chickens foraged.  I walked.  I thought about the stylized labyrinths and how paying attention to the narrow path would help one focus.  And, to the hedge labyrinths where one is literally “hemmed” in and has to follow the trail.  Then, I looked at the Laughing Labyrinth in its winter worn state.  Matted grasses.  Broken stalks of prairie plants. Sad looking herbs. Deer scat all over.  Branches down. Exposed rodent tunnels once hidden by snow. And, all the rocks!  So many have names.  Who else do I know who names their rocks?  Won’t they puzzle some archeologist ages and ages hence.    What did I learn today?  Look close and see one thing.  Look a bit further off and see another.  Allow you eyes to soften as you gaze way up and see at so many different levels so many different objects and perspectives.  A crow close by – must be eagles somewhere.  Yep.  Higher up two then four then seven circled.  Still higher a jet with contrail just below fascinating cirrus clouds – ahead of the storm. Then, a bank of clouds rolled in from the southwest, the wind changed, the birds took shelter and I gathered up the bunnies putting them back in their hutches. Thinking.