So there I was sitting on the deck, peacefully minding my own business and drinking my coffee. The morning was chilly while sunbeams tried to poke through thick haze. I was cozy warm from being wrapped in my robe and the heat of the coffee.
Birds chattered. Squirrels bounced from tree to tree. Geese squawked as they flew overhead. The sound of water burbled in the distance.
|The scene of the crime.|
Mr. W and I talked about how peaceful it was being surrounded by nature, and how glad we were that we had taken a big leap of faith to move here.
Then it happened. Nature attacked.
Something landed on my neck.
Gone was that peaceful feeling as I Freaked Out, trying to swat whatever it was away, forgetting all about the coffee in my hand, which now covered my white robe and a good portion of the deck.
I could barely register Mr. W’s words – something about a tree.
It had been just a leaf, fluttering down, that happened to land on me.
Perhaps I needn't have freaked out quite so much, after all. Huh. Live and learn and don’t cry over spilled coffee, right? (Except it was really good coffee.)
We had quite the laugh over it, but secretly I think that if it happens again...I’d react the same way. Don’t tell, okay, but sometimes the nature I love so much freaks me out. Especially when it attacks.
Have you had a harmless encounter with nature lately?