Sometimes I wonder if other people find my life boring. I tend to do the same things each day and week and month. I’m not very exciting and neither is my life. But I find the steady predictable routine of it to be comforting and it gives me the ability to face the challenges that occasionally come my way. I grew up in a household filled with drama and a little too much excitement at times. My childhood was filled with changes and transitions and uncertainty. And I’ve experienced my share of tragedy and disappointments. So the “ordinary” is something I often celebrate.
I found myself doing just that last night as I made my rounds in the yard. I fill the bird feeders and put out food and water for the raccoons each evening before walking around with the camera for a bit. Sometimes I wish for something “new and exciting” to appear so I can share it with you. But last night as I enjoyed the view I was just thankful for the peace and calm of the ordinary and predictable. I found myself celebrating the mundane daily happenings here on the hill: The bunnies scamper into the yard just minutes after I put out their food. The horse wanders up to graze near the fence. The cows begin their journey to their sleeping area. The birds start chirping at me to leave so they can eat in peace. The hummingbirds swoop around me and fight over their dinner. The grasshoppers chomp defiantly on my beautiful flowers. Life is good…even when it isn’t exciting.