Peace and Harmony
How would you describe peace and harmony? This is what it is to me.
Peace is sitting outside enjoying the warm sun and a cool breeze while listening to the quite sounds of my flock and nature. What sounds are those you might ask? The tearing of grass and the crunching as it is pulled and eaten; that quiet burp, followed by the grinding of teeth on pad as the cud is chewed; a soft baa as a mother calls her lamb or kid; each sound as quite and comforting as a lullaby. Other things I hear are wood creepers as they pick bugs out of the pecan tree, the flap of the rooster's wings followed by his loud crow; two cats hiss and spit as they wrestle one another. I feel an inquisitive nose as Isis, once a bottle baby, comes for her special attention. I smell wild onions as she burps in my face when she reaches to taste my chin, maybe it's a kiss instead of a taste. Whatever it is, it only adds to the tranquility of the day.
Harmony is looking out across the field and seeing sheep and goat laying side by side. Not to far in the background is Atlas, the livestock guardian, and Border, the farm collie. Piled on top of Atlas, or near him, is a cat, lamb or kid. Sometimes there is a chicken there as well. Overhead I see a blue sky sprinkled with billowing clouds and a jet stream. A shadow blocks the sun and when I look I see a buzzard as he circles in search of some unfortunate creature. From the woods I hear the call of a hawk and watch as she soars over the treetops. The bluebirds are back, the gold finches are turning gold again and the cardinals are the brightest I've seen them.
This is my hideaway, my retreat. Each time I sneak away with the girls I leave the hustle and bustle of our modern world and hide my face in the bosom of Mother Nature. I feel the softness of her hands in the breeze, smell her perfume of flowers, fresh grass and soft earth. Everywhere I look I see her beauty.
How would you describe peace and harmony?