|View From Backyard Rd|
After lunch today, I went out to the patio to have a snoozle on my new cot. I bought the cot as a treat about a month ago and have only been able to use it a few times so far because of the weather. Now that things have cooled down even a little bit, being outside feels just fine. When I was done with my nap I got up to pet Cassie (the cat) and then went to get my camera. I walked out to the very back of our yard to snap the above photo. I looked around at all of the acorns on the ground, burnt to smithereens by the sun, and had a look at the chaparral type bushes that comprise the "wilderness" of our back hillside. My husband says our neighbor has chickens so I looked for a coop but didn't see one. I gazed off at the highway and wondered where everyone was coming from or going to. In short, I just sort of did nothing. I was just kind of "there" for lack of a better term.
As I walked back inside I reflected that I was "making time for time". Every day of the week I feel I need to be doing something. Some particular activity that has a name and a purpose. Well, what about just spending time doing not much of anything? Or was I really doing something? What's wrong with just "being"? Appreciating what is around you and the gift of time that you have been mysteriously given? I think it counts as something. Definitely worth the time.