Each of us would benefit from remembering to go with the flow. All of it. Even what we, at the time, may perceive as a nuisance.
For this instance the flow of which I speak is accepting and knowing life is not coming to an end because the goat ate our new nursery purchased basil plant. To be fair, the goat didn't completely eat the basil baby, just gave it a nibble and must have decided to move on to something else. Regardless, it was enough of an herb-eating scene to draw the attention of darling husband.
Mister Mild Mannered is easily irritated by the goat. Even though he does worry about her and she adores him, her very existence grates at this core.
Thinking that his heavy Mennonite made straw broom is the natural antagonist of chickens and goats alike, out he marched to save the seedling and banish the goat back to her pen. I guess this would be a good time to mention that we allow Morgan, the goat, to free-range during the day when we're home.
Funny how they, (you know, "they" I had drinks with "them" just last week) say "everything happens for a reason..." It may be a hard sell to some, but I'm pretty much on board with it.
Here's how we flow: Because, if we hadn't gone on our seasonal trip to the nursery and bought more than we needed we wouldn't have left the flats of plants on the hood of our car... If I hadn't let our goat-girl out to free-range she wouldn't have nibbled at the basil. If she hadn't nibbled at the basil, darling husband wouldn't have rushed off the porch with his broom of banishment. And if he hadn't rushed off the porch (and me following to help guide the un-banishable goat) we would not have heard the rustling in our otherwise babbling brook.
If we had not been there, right there at that very moment, we would not have seen for the first time ever in our creek a sleek and stunning pair of beavers!
We watched them effortlessly glide through the shallow water and around the rocks, under the road through the culvert and into the deeper water. They circled around a couple of times, slapped their tails at us and continued to ease on down the creek.
I don't know where they came from, or where they were headed. But, I know that I am grateful they graced us a visit, however brief. I had never seen beavers this close before - they were so elegant. I could almost feel the love they had for each other. This is a memory of gratitude and abundance that will stay with us for many years to come.
