It was not another summer morning here. The morning sky makes little changes, a few minutes each day’s light shorter. Each morning a few degrees cooler. It’s smokey and the leaves make a different color and sound than they did a week ago. The hens are working to harvest all the grasses now. Small details, small changes.
I live where seasons are not distinct and do not match the picture books or calendar icons. I live where you have to be cautious, patient and most of all observant of each little detail of change. Learning requires this attentiveness. Aging requires this mindfulness. If I look too “big”, the little changes don’t want to match my schemes and almanacs. But if I look “small” all the pieces of the bricolage make sensible the bigger changes of oekologie, my habitats of home.