I spent this morning raking up the tons of debris that fills our yard over each winter. I swear we would disappear under layers of mulching leaves and branches if we dared to just leave it alone for a couple of seasons.

It’s a glorious blue-skied day, though the wind that began picking up from the northwest added a definite chilly edge and eventually forced me back inside to my little office where I’m now watching the white lines of foam and cresting waves. It’s electric out there.

Courage, Confidence and Karma were a big help this morning. They did their best to clear out any weeds with their little chicken dancing two-step.  They are a happy trio as they flap around the yard so eminently sure of their self-important busyness. I can assure you that no matter how many appointments you have, how many Facebook friends you’ve gathered, or how many errands you need to run, you will never ever measure up to a busy chicken…

Whenever I’m starting to feel like there’s so much I need and/or want to do and worried about how I’ll fit it all in…I simply look at those chickens. Clearly, I can relax.

Those fluttery fussing girls are a lovely lesson in perspective.