Barrels are everywhere. There are hundreds, maybe thousands of them Narcoossee Road. They've been there for months, and now they've developed a strong attachment to the place. It's evident in the way they scoot out into the road when no one is looking, trying to make their finite square of ground just that much bigger. Sometimes they join forces and decide to roll into the highway in front of a car just to create drama. It's true, their job is very boring, so I have some sympathy for their need for action. Today when I looked out the window turning into our subdivision, a tart barrel winked at me. I tried to snap a picture for proof, but it froze when it caught sight of my camera.
It seems as if they will never leave, but I know that's not so. They're destined to move on, and I will not let them draw my attention away from the incredible first blushes of spring, no matter how hard they try to do so. I breathe deeply and picture our road complete, barrel free, and I don't even have to close my eyes to do it, which is a good thing since I'm usually driving when I see the barrels.
In spite of the immediate evidence, good things are in store for us all, but don't look for the
signs on the road, they're in the woods, the sky and the trees.
The sun looks down on everything with its light, and the works of the Lord are full of his glory.
Sirach 42:16
Peace. Love, Linda
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