I’ve been
in the dumps today, more a vegetable than a woman. A good many things probably
have contributed: a health insurance issue that’s proving difficult, a grey,
grey sky.
Normally
I’m a fairly resilient person, but not right now. I blame the upcoming election
and the long, long campaign season. In addition, dread is weighing me down.
What if Romney were to win? We would have no idea what to expect of him since
he will say anything that advances his goal. He scares me silly.
Ignoring
as much news as possible and reading about geological time failed to protect
me. But what can I do? Nothing more than I have done.
It’s a
funny thing that when I’m in the pits I know that if I went outside and walked
around I would perk up, but acting on that knowledge is difficult.
Luckily
the sun came out and saved me this afternoon. I went out to visit the garden
and chickens and gather the eggs. I was struck again by the perfection of our spacious chicken yard, whose numerous trees provide cooling shade in the summer but let
the sun warm the yard and house in winter. The trees also protect the chickens from hawks
year round.
Inside the
chicken house the Barred Rock hen was in a nest box and the Rhode Island Red
hen was standing facing the nest, cackling away. What that was about I’ll
never know. I just know that I couldn’t intrude to gather eggs.
On the way
back to the house I plucked a stem of parsley. The kitchen god was pleased.
Thank God
for sunshine. And may this election soon be over.
Copyright
2012 by Shirley Domer
