Day Ten: Work is more interesting than trees

I didn't sit yesterday.

My little babe came out with me for my sit today, wrapped on my chest, so I took my 20 minutes in the yard rather than in the tree. Heard the hens clucking and scratching, cars going by, an airplane, robins, doves coming in to the white pines to roost, the spring peepers (who started up just last night), and my baby singing her outdoor song, "mmm--mmmmmmmm--mmmmmm--mm--mmmmmmmmmmm--mmmmmmm--mmm." I could feel her weight on my chest, the weight of my feet on the earth. The breeze had a bite to it, and I could feel it blowing my hair gently across my face. She was a bit unhappy about something, so I bounced her gently during the whole sit (stand), and walked to a new spot every few minutes to keep her occupied with gazing at new things.

Being in the yard as opposed to up in the tree, I watched my thoughts play over first this garden project and then that, and it was all I could do to tap in now and then to what was actually going on around me in that instant. When I physically turned my body so I was facing the trees rather than my thought-playground of the yard, the woods seemed utterly boring to me; there was nothing happening there. Behind me were rows of vegetables to lay out in my mind, raspberries to thin, corn and squash beds to find space for, a coop to paint, all kinds of exciting things to imagine and plan and figure out. But the woods? They were just trees blowing in the wind. They couldn't capture my attention at all next to all the "stuff to do" in the yard. Working is way more interesting than trees!