Standing at the pond’s end, I found it easy to imagine the beginnings of a prairie landscape taking shape as the workers reached the end of the construction phase. Like many times before, I watched the sunburned crew load a wheelbarrow, heft it up and steel themselves for a long march around the boardwalk. This has been part of the job for months now, and as you might guess, they were probably getting weary, especially at the end of a long day.
And then, something surprising happened. I saw the wheelbarrow tilt and the gentleman struggle to keep it upright. What went on? Looking down, a lone, bright blue dragonfly had landed on the walk. The worker had swerved to miss our little friend.
I wondered if nature was eager to reclaim the space! I said a mental thank you to our wheelbarrow pusher to acknowledge his care and respect. He gets it. He went out of his way and did something difficult. Can I do any less? Can you?