Kindergartners love repetition. Read it again! Do it again! Can we sing that again? Sometimes as adults we find our lives a bit boring and predictable and mundane and we forget the comfort and security of the “same old same”. We don’t often delight in the repetition of our days.
Last night I wandered out in the yard after our brief, blessed rain shower in hopes of seeing a frog. I have seen several this past week, but only when I haven’t had the camera. In fact, there was a lovely big green one that got away from me Saturday.
But alas, no frogs. As I wandered around there were only the usual sights- a few familiar flowers, the bunny waiting for me in the garden, birds on the fence, a cow hanging out under the tree, and a friendly drangonfly posing for me near the porch. I took a few photos, but I was less than enthusiastic about them.
Later when I went to feed the bunnies I noticed that one was already sitting at the stump eating a few nibbles left from yesterday. As I approached he simply moved about three feet and waited. I put out the new food and stepped away, and he returned to his spot. It suddenly dawned on me that he depends on my boring repetition. He loves my predictability! The raccoons came to eat later and I was glad they too, are predictable.
So I offer the few photos from last night. If they look very familiar, they are- different day, same song. This morning I find that quite comforting.