Yesterday afternoon, I took my iced tea and a cookie out to the garden. When I opened the back door, I was surprised.
Everything was perfectly still.
Now, as you all know, I live in the country. During the week, when the rest of humanity is at work, my world is pretty quiet. There are no city sirens and no street noise. However, it’s the kind of quiet which really isn’t. There is constant activity in the garden with birds chirping and fighting, bees buzzing and butterflies flitting to and fro.
This day was different.
Not a sound could be heard. No leaf or flower moved in the breeze, and the air was heavy with expectation. I felt as though I’d walked into a party unannounced; my underwear was showing, and everyone was waiting for me to notice. I nearly dropped my plate of gluten free, almond biscotti as I checked my state of dress.
Life is Good t-shirt and blue jeans; the usual. As if the bees would notice anyway.
I puzzled over it for a moment or two until I figured it out. What do you think it was?
They were all waiting for Norbert.
Norbert creeped in last night and today, all fog and mist. No winds or bands of rain to speak of. Not much of a storm at all, but he did command attention in the garden yesterday. Even if E.F. Hutton spoke, it couldn’t have been more still.
Before satellites and doppler radar, folks knew their environment better than we do now. They were farmers, after all, and they knew their land as well as I know my own garden space. I can tell when something is odd. I’m sure they could too.
Sometimes watching their environment was all the warning they had when a tornado was coming. It’s something to consider, isn’t it?