I’m not very good at resting; there is always something that needs to be done, read, written, cleaned, or organized. I’m like Tom Brady, running a “no huddle offense.”
Yesterday, I was busy “in the pocket” planting some more daffodil bulbs on The Farm. I like to keep Uncle Bob on his toes in the spring, giving him something to mow around. I was struck down by the beauty of the field; Uncle Bob mows it with his tractor and a bush hog he borrows from one of our farm friends. I got my Apocalypse blanket out of the Jeep and took a little rest on the hill.
Uncle Bob is an artist.
It’s ok to take a huddle today; even Uncle Bob takes a rest sometimes. I’ve seen him.
You rest too.