The fires rage on. The town seven miles south of us is evacuated. So many of our friends have evacuated. My friend pulled up to the shop to get a bottle of Furry Friends Anxiety from us, her car filled with two exchange students and nine cats on their way to a hotel. Hundreds of animals; llamas, alpacas, cows, horses, unclaimed dogs, goats; along with human evacuees are crowded into the fairgrounds just beyond our back yard. Doug and I took our daily walk through there so that Maryjane could see the animals. One man, worried look on his face, resembling a sad Santa Claus scratched a yak behind a temporary fence. All of his animals there, no home to go to, the Sheriff told us.
I shutter to think how many fellow farms will be not be at the farmers market tomorrow. How many people will be missing. We did not go to the market today as it is a mere mile from the evacuation site on the other side. The smoke here hangs like fog. Our eyes are dry, our hearts are sad for those around us. We are safe here. But it doesn’t take long for Mother Nature to decide otherwise for any of us. So we focus our efforts on helping those we can, being thankful for what is here and now, and not worrying about all the small stuff that plagues our days. We focus on the simple pleasures in life.
Holding a child’s hand.
The sweet taste of real honey. (Not the packaged stuff at the fast food joint!)
The hummingbird that visits each morning.
For Maryjane’s smile.
For all the jars of pickles and tomatoes in the kitchen waiting to be moved to the root cellar.
For baby chicks and their antics.
For the sound of Grandma and Grandpa’s voices.
For the first lilac.
For light rain on a sweltering day.
For time with friends.
For good wine.
For good folk music, mandolins, guitars, fiddle….
I told Emily as we walked home, “We have to stop worrying about everything in our lives. We can’t be attached to material items. Today, we are okay, and that is all we need to know.”
What are simple pleasures for you?