For scaredphysio from someone with MS

[MCBCON]

Peeling oranges

I enjoy peeling my oranges.  My hands are not so nimble any more.  So, I take my time and go slowly.  I have to be very careful and wear my reading glasses.  I use a knife to start by cutting circles at the top and bottom.  I remove these circles of the peel and smell them and experience the essence of the orange.

Then with a knife I cut into the peel, but not into the orange sections.  Carving a spiral through the peel, being careful not to poke into the orange sections, from one whole in the peel to the other, I watch as bits of essence leap from the from the fresh cut.  The smell from the orange peel essence touches my nose and I smile.

Then taking the orange in one hand I begin removing the orange’s peel not worrying about the any juice that might squirt from the oranges sections.  Hey, I can feel the juice running down my wrist.  That is okay.

I do not immediately throw the peels away.  I like to smell them a while first.

Life is good that way.

[Rena705]

Those little bandits are very fortunate to have you as a "den mother"...a lot of humans would look on them as pests.  

I wish I lived where you do...I have lived in my city all my life but can't wait to move to the country to really appreciate what I am missing every morning...

[debj52]

that is so AWESOME...heck i thought i was doing good with the bird feeders and all the birds that come around..and every morning we hear the geese honking going overhead...

that would be great to live where you do...take care...deb

[Quixotic1]

I sleep in my recliner in the living room, right by the front window.  My blessed Abby-cat between my legs under the blanket.  About dawn there is a ruccus outside the window on my porch.  I lean back and speak, to see a little masked face peak up at the window.

Last year's raccoon litter is still living under the porch. There are three of them. I always put out food, but the big guys get to it first, and it's gone early in the night.  Abby and I get up and I put out some kibble.  The sibs just let the pieces of food hit them full on and start right away munching.  Abby gets a few pieces, I get a drink of water.  

They'll soon disappear.  I won't see anyone, but a skinny momma with long, swollen teets eating voraciously, until late summer, when she finally brings the new brood out to meet me.  They will barely be able to clamber up the 8" porch, perfect little, tiny replicas of their mother.  They love the water bowl, but aren't sure quite how to drink, scooping up water and tilting their heads back to suckle it down.  As they try to learn to lap the water they choke and sneeze and snort.   Last year the biggest would climb in and twirl around, but he was as big as the bowl, and all the water splashed out.  The kits would fight over it.

By fall they will have learned from their mom how to forage for food.  I watched one morning as the mother led them off the porch, around the yard, then back up on the porch to paw at the screen of my front window.  Then, they will begin doing the early morning annoucment of little empty bellies.  When I lean way back in the recliner I'll see 3 or 4 little tiny noses barely reaching the bottom of the window, stretched as tall as they can get, scratching at the bottom of the screen to tell me they're hungry.  They look earnest and excited.

I like the awakening at dawn.  It's the only time I see the deer who come to feast on the crocuses, the hosta and later the roses.  I never notice that I feel bad, or that I limp and lurch when I go to the bathroom.  All things seem possible.  Abby and I fall back asleep to the enthusiastic chomping of the kits.

Quix

[humming4u]

yes,lets never stop knowing and smelling the beauty and wonder of this world!
I love waking to all the birds who are so buzy stating"heres home, heres home" or "I'm in love,come and find me!" this time of renewal spring of rebirth,and if we choose to beleive, season of hope

[Rena705]

I love the outdoors and all it's creatures.  I have to walk with a cane right now...it may be permanent or it might not.  

I was struggling to carry some parcels and bags into the house.  I heard a sound.  It was a sound that a lot of people wouldn't even hear...or bother to hear.

I dropped all my parcels and bags on the front porch.  I sat down on the porch and looked up, I had to sit down because if a looked up while standing I would have fallen on my face.

Flying over me were about 200 Canada Geese, flying in a VEE formation, honking their arrival back in my province as loudly and proudly as can be.  My heart was racing and the tears were rolling down my face...my face that contained a HUGE smile.

My husband came back out of the house, wondering what happened, what was taking me so long, was I alright?  He looked at my face, sat down next to me, put his arm around me and said, "they're back aren't they?"

You see, I love the outdoors and ALL it's creatures....