26 Nov

Wind whips the Ironwoods on the fence line and they sway and bend and the rain swirls in tiny sunlit droplets that bejewel the spider webs that stretch from mock orange to gutters, each with its maker waiting patiently at the center for a vibration not caused by the gusts. The horses are backed up against a row of false olive trees south of the house, their coats wet and matted, and once they see me headed for the barn they follow, snorting and bucking to warm themselves. Rain shadows of dry gravel line the path by the Macadamia nut trees which rustle with doves and finches sheltering in their branches. Returning to the pasture with a full bucket of oat/alfalfa cubes for Mystic and Ash I am escorted by two soggy, happy dogs who hope that I will lead them on an adventure more exciting than just feeding the horses. They would be disappointed if they could remember past their next thought but they can’t and thus every step is filled with possibility, every breath through moistened nose a temptation or a promise.  I dump the cubes out in two piles forty feet apart and watch Mystic try to figure out how to keep Ash from eating at the one or the other of them. Ash trots back and forth, snacking momentarily at each until Mystic’s brain tires and he stops chasing Ash and they both tuck in to breakfast. Back at the house I check traps and find four more mice, remnants of the three litters I’ve trapped over the past two nights. The cycle of birth and romping play in the garage stealing dog food and then snapping into death will continue, but for now there is a respite. I can rebait the traps and wait while the mice reproduce and three weeks from now find their blinking way into the deadly playground of the garage.

Today’s now advances at its stately pace. The earth spins toward the sun which appears to climb into the morning sky behind scudding clouds. The wind chime sounds a staccato melody from the eave of the garage. One tube has fallen off in the wind and I place it on the work bench for restringing and eventual replacement in the symphony. I go into the office and sit at my desk, open my computer and begin to type,  lucky to be here and even luckier to see. Moments such as these are the stuff of life and I am happy to be part of them.

Absolutely amazing.

7 Responses to “Today”

  1. Madison Woods November 27, 2011 at 3:23 am #

    I think WordPress is having some issues because the comment form is tiny, lol.

    That was a beautiful recap of your day. Thanks for sharing it Doug. Mine wasn’t nearly so poetic today, although I do have days like that sometimes. They’re like treasures to savor.

    • dmmacilroy November 27, 2011 at 9:07 am #

      NO matter what issues WP has or will have they will never compare to the train wreck that was Blogger or whatever I used to be on.

      Thanks for reading and commenting. You should hear it outside now. It’s howling wind and rain and if it weren’t Hawaii I’d be on the lookout for wolves.

      Hope your Sunday has better weather than mine looks like it will have. Disc Golf in this? God help me, but, yes!



      • Madison Woods November 27, 2011 at 3:33 pm #

        Now it’s back to normal. Today and last night were gusty, dreary, misty and around 36*F. I loved it. Loved hearing geese migrating, such a haunting sound filtering across the fog like that. I’m odd, but I like this kind of weather, but could do without the wind. Today is not windy, so it’s perfect.

  2. scribbla November 27, 2011 at 8:18 pm #

    Magnificent descriptions of domestic ritual. I could feel myself into the space and find incredible peace there.

    • dmmacilroy November 28, 2011 at 7:43 am #

      There is peace here. As there is peace where you live. Trick is seeing it. I have. You do. Life in the peaceful lane.

      Thanks for stopping by, friend.



  3. Jeannie March 4, 2012 at 12:50 am #

    I enjoyed reading about the serenity of this day. I prefer life in the slow-lane myself and avoid going down the mountain to the city–seeing my kids and grandkids are the exception. They are a must do. 🙂

    At my house it is windy and cold, covered up in snow. My neighbor back up “the hill” has a pet rooster. It’s music to my ears.

    I have the best time in the peace and quiet of home. Nothing hermit about. Just peaceful.

  4. rochellewisoff January 25, 2014 at 12:51 pm #

    Dear Doug,

    As I read this, I bask in the sound of the voice that’s become a comfortable and loved commonplace in my life. I could see Jessie and Widget at your side and feel your affection for Mystic. Thank you for welcoming me to share a piece of your world.

    Shalom, Kia Ora and ILY,


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