Lawn Sprinklers
I like lawn sprinklers.
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I like the Ch…Ch…ChChCh sound they make. I like their consistency. I remember the sound of sprinklers either retires a hard fought day, or it welcomes a new day’s possibilities. No one ever ran their sprinklers during the details of the day.
I now live in a semi-arctic climate so I do not have sprinklers at my house and few here have them, but there is a house up my street with sprinklers. I hear them as I walk up a nearby hill each morning during the ritual that is “my morning walk”. I walk very early and the song of the sprinklers as I climb up the hill is a mantra for me both in my exercise and life lately.
Ch…(keep going) Ch…(new things are coming) ChChCh…(stay strong). I can not explain it and it may sound absurd, but lately I have really noticed the sprinklers.
I need them.
It is as if, in my efforts to cope lately, that as long as the sprinklers are on, all seems right with the world. I am very blessed, but things are tough all over lately and my life is no exception. Work is just a bear and I am to the point that I can only take the “news” for 15 minutes each day. Information overload . . . stress . . . things change from one day to the next, but
Ch…Ch…ChChCh…all is consistent and right, if just for a few minutes.
That is all from the laundry room.
Sweet Slumber!
Ice
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Ice