Like Alice, I've fallen, fallen down a bunny hole and entered into a strange and wonderful world. Joy, beauty and wonder is mysteriously woven into the ordinary--even the hens in their feathery coats of many colors display the glory and creativity of God . They strut about, their necks keeping rhythm with their fingered feet, competing with the expectantly fat barn cat for barbeque scraps from generous humans.
No amount of landscaping could compare with the lilac bushes, columbine, and poppies that spring up in the surrounding bushes. The sun warms the deck as the kids take turns riding the moterless lawn mower down the grassy hill, the dog watching, amused.
The world seems so very good. Miles away from genetically altered food, pesticide treated lawns, milk full of growth hormones... terrorism. "Keeping up with the Jones's" here would seem to entail using more willow branches for fencing, cutting wider hiking trails through your bush property, or possibly learning to milk your goat- though not for profit.
There is something so unbelievably encouraging about embracing the simplicity of life. Watching kids who have not forgotten how to play outdoors, animals who are not owned for their market value, lawns and bushes that don't mind hosting dandelions.
And I am filled with gratitude.