Appreciation

The last night we were camping I decided to wander down to the lake we were by and see what was interesting Chuck so much. I saw a beaver swimming by, but he was more interested in the little creatures near the shore. Frogs. There were several frogs floating nearby and the oddest thing happened. They started to sing. Not the ribbit or croak you'd expect. They chirped, a sound I had heard many times and always believed to be birds. I rustled Nick away from the campfire and his buddies and he too thought it one of the most unusual things. It took me to the last night we were there to notice.

It makes me wonder, how many things in this life go by unnoticed? How many beautiful moments are not lived simply because we are too busy to see?

We managed many great moments while buried in the bush. A moose liked to frequent the opposite shore and bob for lake weeds. A couple bear cubs, indicating it was time for us to move on. Several deer crossing our path and an osprey pair tending to their nest.

I'm home now, missing the wilderness, however I still have the feeling of awe. My irises, daisies, flax, asters, poppies and mountain lilies all in bloom, not to mention the dandelions in the foot deep lawn. My cat has been following me around yowling, singing his happiness. I still get to listen to the frogs and birds chirp.