I walk to a nearby almond tree in full bloom. I’m reminded of Nikos Kazantzakis’ quote in Zorba The Greek,“I said to the almond tree, ‘Sister, speak to me of God,’ and the almond tree blossomed.”
I hear welcoming sounds of the many bees and other insects in and around the tree, I smell its blossomy fragrance. Close by is a cluster of ground squirrel holes, the former inhabitants gone. The tunnels are now a good retreat for the snakes and lizards I appreciate. I hear the random sweet notes of a nearby meadow lark, and the distant cry of a red-shouldered hawk and a lusty crow call.
A freshening breeze turns my high overhead, polished windmill blades. There is a middling sun warmth, the effect of a slight vapor haze. My large solar panels look like three soldiers, staring at the sun, in line, rigid and straight. I walk back to my trailer-side chair, young dog Melody looking away, scenting the wind. With increasing maturity, she is staying closer as I wander, dashing off only briefly to check out various critter smells.
She is soon by my chair where she turns three or four times before finding the exact proper place and position to settle for a snooze in the sun. I lean back, eyes closed. I feel it now, my mind turning like Melody’s body to better feel the moment.