My Life With Gracie…Waiting For Autumn

Waiting For Autumn

We are waiting for early autumn. We are waiting to let go. My chickens and I, we have things to release, and early autumn is the best time to begin.

Soon the summer heat will have passed, and cooler breezes will blow against their feathers and against my shirt.

The days are already getting shorter. Gracie and the others need a flashlight in the early morning to find their way safely down their chicken ladder. The sunset is coming sooner and stealing greater bites of our precious time together in the evenings.

But even so, we are waiting, somewhat impatiently, for early autumn.

It is the season to end all that we had tried to start, but failed. It lets us begin the forgetting process so that we can push on towards the cold blankness of winter and then on towards the warm promise of spring.

Early Autumn lets us begin the important forgiving process because often we must gently forgive ourselves for failing, even failing again and again.

Sometimes we must forgive ourselves for choosing the wrong hopes and dreams.

Sometimes we must forgive ourselves for choosing the wrong time for the right hopes and dreams.

Sometimes we must forgive ourselves for not having enough hope, not having enough faith…or just not having.

Sometimes we must forgive ourselves for not wanting to let go of those precious hopes and dreams that did sprout and grow and bear Summer’s fruit…but they were only meant for a season, just one season.

That may be the most difficult kind of forgiving to do.

Then will come Winter when our new hopes and dreams have a chance to incubate. In the darkness of Winter we cover our heads for warmth. With our eyes closed, we shut out the cold and then we dream of the world and the life we want for ourselves and those we love.

Finally will come Spring when we have a new chance to do again what we had tried and failed to do. Spring is a time when we can try to make the things we love fit into our lives one more time. We never give up hope.

But first we must wait for Autumn to have its turn at touching our lives. Autumn’s ground of death and decay lays the moist, rich foundation for our next ambitious attempts at new growth.

There really is a season for everything…and that does include a season for letting go.

My Life With Gracie taught me to gladly let go of what was meant to last for only a season anyway.

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My Life With Gracie…Saturday Surprises!

Here is something a little different for you, our readers, and “Saturday Surprises!” seems to be the most appropriate name for this type of post. This morning when I went out to welcome my chickens into their new day after the passing of Hurricane Dorian, I found some bright and cheerful morning glory blossoms had beat me to it.

These had been slowly growing up the chicken wire, and today they have decided they like this spot and it is time to bloom. They are one of the most beautiful shades of blue there is. I thought it interesting that this is practically the same blue that I used in parts of Monday’s illustration about the hurricane that was coming our way. Sometimes life has coincidences like this, I believe, to remind us that neither the bad times nor the good times remain forever.

Everything around us may change, but pure and simple beauty, such as the beauty of the color blue, will remain the same.

Yesterday afternoon, I was able to leave work early, and when I finally got home, my chickens were glad to see me. They had huddled together in a protected corner under their coop. I quickly changed into my “chicken clothes” and sat on the ground inside their run area with them.

They gathered around me, and Amelia tugged at my jeans. This means she needs to be picked up and hugged, and of course, that is exactly what I did. We all sat there together in our little huddle and watched the wind as it swayed the tree limbs. Only occasionally would it blow some rain in where we were. (Their garden home is very sheltered, and I add additional barriers during bad weather.)

Then Emily and Gracie decided it would be a good time to scratch around for something to eat. Amelia decided she had enough hugging and decided to join them. (After all hugging is for silly little baby chicks, isn’t it? Definitely not for big independent grown-up hens like Amelia!)

Life had returned to normal, even while the hurricane was as close to our home as it was going to get before heading out towards the Atlantic Ocean. I’m sure that there are several life lessons in all of this, and I may write about them another day. For now, I’m just grateful for this new and surprising day!

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Family Photo Friday!

Family Photo Friday

Yes, there really is a chicken in today’s Family Photo! Can you spot her? (If it helps, this photo was taken with the camera pointing down towards the ground.) That’s Emily, or at least as much of Emily as will show up in a photograph taken early in the morning.

Emily is making her own assessment of the weather outside even though last night the birds in our neighborhood were giving their own predictions of what today would bring. (They really do listen to the bird calls around them, and last night there were bird calls which I have not heard in a long time and definitely not in the evening as the sun was setting.)

The other chickens are waiting on the roosting perch above and behind her. They won’t hop down until they know Emily is out of the way, and Emily won’t be out of the way until she takes those brave steps down the chicken ladder (in the lower right) to greet her new day.

Emily is almost always the first to venture out in the morning. She has learned that because she is the smallest, she has to get to the breakfast salad first to get her favorites before anyone else. She may also have figured out that on stormy days there is almost always something special for them like chopped okra with all of those seeds!

Hurricane Dorian was beginning to affect our area this morning, and all of my girls met their new day with cautious curiosity. It is one of the main ways they inspire me each day.

They always get up in the morning. (My record from the past is not so good! Now I have to get up because they always get up!) They always go down their coop’s chicken ladder every morning and look expectantly for something good. (Once again, my record from the past is not so good!)

They have a trust in each new day which I often lack, and so I am grateful for their morning reminders about how important it is to be brave even in life’s stormiest times. As I have said a time or two before, you can learn a lot from a chicken.

Best wishes to all of our friends and readers. Stay safe! Trust in the Goodness which brings you each new day!

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