For Everything There is a Season

Have you ever made yourself paranoid and end up scaring yourself? I did this morning.

I have a lot to accomplish today. One of the tasks to do, before setting off on my day, is weed eat around the chicken coop. Mind you, when I weed eat or mow, it is like walking in the woods. I am in my head working on something I want to write and paying absolutely no attention to my surroundings.

Out of the blue, the thought, you might want to watch for a snake, interrupts my head writing. So, paranoia takes over. I step back really paying attention scanning the grass when I feel something brush my leg right above the ankle. I look down and a little over the shoulder. I see something dark, slim, and it moves when I move my foot. SNAKE! I drop the weed eater and take off like an over sugared two-year-old trying to get out of going to bed.

It wasn’t a snake. It was a dried-up old root that flipped up and brushed my leg when I stepped on it.

So, the lesson for today; to everything there is a season. A time to write, a time to think, a time to weed eat, and a time to start working out if I want to outrun a dead tree root.