And of course that got me to thinking about all the ways the rhythm of life shows itself to us.
On Big Hill, Saturdays are for vacuuming and mopping and dusting. Wednesdays are trash pick up. Sundays are for church and relaxation.

I follow along on my iPhone app to catch the full moon rising every 29 and a third days.
And now, having lived here almost a year, I am seeing the rhythm of full circle of nature outside every window. I see the deer cross county road 2010 every morning, headed to the north side of the street, and then back again every evening. I wonder where they go?
The spring flowers are starting to be overcome with the growth of blue stem and Chinese tassel top grasses- and a hundred other growing things.

The days are getting longer and warmer. I know where and when the sun will hit in every window and how it changes as the seasons change.

I think I feel the seasonal changes more intensely here, with nature being so close and so big. But I also find joy in noticing the little things, like how cooking in my own kitchen has become so second nature or how Sweet Pea, my fluffy white cat, has finally done most of her spring shedding.

The rhythm of life is in steady beat around here. Endless entertainment for a consummate daydreamer.