Emily hopped unexpectedly into my lap. I was setting some pavers and bricks for a new garden path. Everyone else was pecking and scratching in their backyard playground, but Emily had slipped through a small gap in the fencing.
“I remember the first time you slipped through that little gap. None of the others know it is there.”
“Yes, sometimes there really are advantages to being the smallest,” Emily said.
“But you didn’t go off hunting for worms like the others would have done.”
“What was I doing instead?” she asked, even though she already knew what I would say.
“You were walking down one of the garden paths just looking at all of the beautiful flowers around you.”
“And why wasn’t I looking for bugs first?”
“Because, just like you told me, the bugs will always be there, but the flowers are with us only for a season.”
Emily smiled her happiest smile. Her love for the garden was something connecting us.
This was the beginning of what has come to resemble an old family story, one Emily and I tell to each other. It is the kind of story that gets told and retold, the kind that anyone outside the family might not completely understand, but we did. It is a story Emily loved to hear again and again, and one I never want to forget.
“I will always remember how you walked in the garden that day.”
“Can you draw me like that? Like how I was walking?” she asked as she had done so many times before.
“I have tried time and time again, but I can’t quite get it right. Still, it’s a picture in my heart, and perhaps that is the best kind of picture to have, one that can’t fade or become old and wrinkled.”
“And how was I walking?” she asked.
“In a way slowly to take it all in, and yet in a way quickly so as not to miss anything.”
“How can someone walk quickly and slowly both at the same time?” she asked. This was a new question she had decided to add to our story, and it delighted me.
“I am not sure. But you did. Beauty does that, especially when enjoyed by a heart like yours.”
“Beauty must be able to suspend time,” she mused. “But why do you suddenly look so sad?”
“Because when I was drawing a picture of your coop and some of the iris flowers, I realized how much the chicken wire fencing obscures their beauty from your view. You don’t get to walk through the garden as often as you’d like. I’m sure.”
“But when I do, I enjoy every minute of it. Do you know what I might like best about the iris blossoms? They have those yellow parts that look like big fuzzy caterpillars. You call them ‘beards’ but they look like ‘bugs’ to a chicken. I imagine if we were to eat one, it would tickle all the way down to my tummy.”
I imagined this tickling sensation with her, and we giggled.
“But I don’t hate the fencing or the chicken wire. They keep me safe.”
“They also keep you from seeing everything clearly.”
“Have you ever noticed how when you come home we are usually sitting close to the fence? Do you know why we do that?”
“I just always figured it was because you were eager for me to get home.”
“For some afternoon fruit? Well, maybe, but that is not the real reason. When we sit away from the fence, all we see is the fence. But when we sit close to the fence, we do not see the fence, just what is on the other side of the fence. We feel safe, but we also see the beauty.”
I felt there must be a lesson in what she had just told me, but I couldn’t ponder it just then. My mind was still trying to comprehend what she had said about beauty being able to suspend time. This is certainly not an idea that would occur to most chickens and certainly not to me on my own.
“Maybe you’d like to draw and paint some iris blossoms while we wait for them to bloom later this spring.”
“I would like that. With a picture, I can enjoy them all year round. They really are very easy to make. Just a chicken foot, three hearts one way, three hearts the other way, and three fuzzy caterpillars. It can’t get much easier.”
“Maybe you can teach me? It sounds like a very chicken way of looking at things.”
“It is,” she said. “But can we walk through the garden first though? Just you and me?”
“That would be beautiful,” I said, still feeling there was a lesson here with more chicken wisdom to help bring life into sharper focus. “You know, Emily, there is a very famous poem beginning with the words ‘she walks in beauty.’ It was written many years ago by someone named Lord Byron. He lived in England, and they have very beautiful gardens there. You walk in beauty, Emily.”
She either wasn’t sure what to say or hadn’t really heard me. So I just watched her walk on ahead.
She had all she needed, including a strong trust in the goodness of the world and everything in it. She just kept putting one foot in front of the other and believing.
Yes, surely there was a lesson or two for me to learn, and perhaps I would ask Gracie about all of this later. But for the moment, I thought it best to follow Emily through the meandering garden pathways and simply enjoy the beauty I saw in her heart.
Like the flowers she loves so much, her heart would be with me only for a season.
You can download a free photo of Emily’s drawing titled “Flowers And Worms” here and perhaps use it as a screensaver or desktop background. It may help to remind you to look for beauty, even in difficult times.
And if we are really lucky, I may be able to convince Emily to give us a lesson on how to draw and paint iris blossoms like she does. “Just a chicken foot, three hearts one way, three hearts the other way, and three fuzzy caterpillars.” Hopefully it will be as easy as she has promised!
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A great post, thanks for sharing your thoughts and those of the chickens with us.
If you haven’t heard of her you might like to type in Ada Lovelace into Google.
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Wow! I had never heard of Ada Lovelace. What a fascinating life. Thanks!
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I will never look at iris quite the same way again.
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Thank you, my friend. Neither will I!
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Pictures in the heart are the best.
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Yes, they are. I hope you are filling the album of your heart with the very best possible pictures. Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
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What a lovely story! It brought tears to my eyes. Now I know why my chickens sit so close to the fence. I will have to think on the lesson in that.
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Thanks so much, my friend. Yes, definitely a lesson. They teach us so much, don’t they? Thanks again.
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Oh good grief. Crying here. Will have to read this a couple more times because it is insanely deep while also being insanely simple. *reaching for a tissue*
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Thank you so much. I was concerned that there might be too many things packed into this short post, so your words were very encouraging…”insanely deep and insanely simple.” (I use http://www.hemingwayapp.com to check my reading level and make suggestions, and this post was calculated at 3rd grade. As you said, “insanely simple.” Just mentioning that because it’s one of my favorite free online tools which not everyone is familiar with.)
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I actually have used Hemingway but want to use it again. I think the app didn’t understand subtly and reading between the lines. I loved this post more than any post I’ve ready online in months. (besides your other posts 😉
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Thanks so much, Lisa. I’m sorry that I haven’t had many opportunities lately to read and respond. My job in the human resources department has kept me very busy with the coronavirus pandemic that is going on. Thanks again!
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Just stay safe out there. As I am a new reader to your blog I think this week I am going to read through your archives to give myself a reprieve from all the news. I’ll say a prayer for your health!
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Thanks, Lisa. Stay safe yourself!
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Emily’s journey reminds me of the innocence shown by the next generation as they grow up. Great story, so rich with several views of life.
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Thanks so much, my friend. I’m sorry that I haven’t been keeping up with my reading and writing. My job in human resources has kept me very busy lately with the coronavirus pandemic.
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John, it is wonderful to hear from you. I totally understand. May God continue to watch over you and your loved ones.
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And over you and yours as well!
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Hey, John. Are you and the girls doing okay? Too much silence from you is deafening. I hope you aren’t under the weather. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
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Hi, Will. Thanks for checking on us! We are okay. Work has kept me very busy lately, and I haven’t been able to keep up with my regular reading and posting. I work in the Human Resources department for a healthcare company, and with the coronavirus pandemic, it has been stressful. We are working to support the people who are on the front lines of this in the hospitals. At the end of the day, it’s good to have my chickens to come home to! I hope you and your family are all well and safe and have plenty of toilet paper! (Thank goodness that’s one thing chickens don’t need!)
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Whew! Thank goodness. Yes, we’re doing well. I’m starting my 3rd week of teleworking. I had a head cold last week but that’s over. And yes, we do have plenty of TP! 🙂
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This made me teared! What’s good story. I hope you and your family are doing well. Stay safe and stay positive.
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Thank you, Kally. I think this will end up being one of our most popular posts for this year.
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