A fresh blanket of frost lightly covers the blades of grass that have been stimulated to reach for the ever-increasing light of the day. The crows are still busy cracking the numerous pecans that have fallen from the over-grown tree in the front yard. It seems that the ever-hungry Main Ague cattle cannot get enough of the freshly sprouting grass or the hay bailed from the nearby fields. Agnes, the faithful and dutiful Great Pyrenees keeps watch over the Nigerian Dwarf goats and is the dutiful guardian of the stable and pastureland. Gracie the faithful Golden Retriever fulfills her mission each day as she demands a warm rubbing hand and a dedicated time in the lap of this not so eager participant in Parkinson’s disease. As the temperature slowly moves upward toward that embraced by Spring, the chickens, scratching and pecking as they wander the yard and fields, now deliver more eggs rich with the nutrients of nature. Today, the rage of muscle resistance and rigidity, often coupled with involuntary jerks and tremors, all seem to be less consuming in the light of the blessings of nature that are around. From the soil of gratitude comes the recognition of blessings that delight this heart.
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