I like to imagine that if my weekly activities kept me closer to home I would be better organized. My closets would all be orderly—all the time. I wouldn’t have a week’s worth of mail sitting on the desk waiting to be opened and disposed of properly, and I would definitely step up my cooking skills.
But the truth is, I have reason to believe that may be a bit of fantasy. I did have a day to organize closets. I could have handled the mail. I was planning to try a new bread recipe. But I looked out my kitchen window and got caught in the drama of an acorn hunt!
To the best of my google knowledge our little guys are fox squirrels and they love our oak tree. What caught my eye this particular day was watching one squirrel scratching, digging, hunting down the acorns buried months ago. He was actually making kind of a mess out of one particular patch of ground, but he fought on. He knew he had a buried treasure.
I am fascinated with the instinct to bury acorns in the late fall and early winter. Instinct over need. Our tree provides food year round. Acorns fall by the bucket load. We don’t have snow to cover their food source. And we have a year-round bird feeder for the squirrels to rob.
Yet they still pull from their natural squirrel instincts, burying acorns all over the yard and then–and it’s an amazing thing to see—go back to where they put them and dig them up months later! Squirrels can be a little greedy, just witness the bird feeder, but they are also efficient little critters! I don’t think they waste much!
But I can’t blame all of my distraction on the activities of the backyard squirrels. I had other moments, too. How about watching hummingbirds take a bath in the waterfall?
And then there are these two little critters, who do happen to eat up a lot of my time!
But I wouldn’t have it any other way!
Most weekends we all have some things requiring our attention. I know I do!
But wouldn’t it be good for your overall well-being if you followed my example?
What will you do to get distracted?
Start your weekend early…Debra
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