Gate-post moss

Today's been a low-key day. We knew Jilda had several hours of card painting to do today because the remaining cards must be in the mail in the morning. These go out to people who live nearby so delivery shouldn't be an issue.

My niece Samantha who lives next door is doing some drastic cleaning and rearranging in her room. I've hauled loads of stuff to Goodwill and to the dump. It's hard to believe she had so much in that small room.

Today, she had one antique dresser that she no longer needs and wanted it moved out so she called me. I told her we could store it in the barn. We've learned through the years not to toss good furniture. Families grow, people move or lose all their belongings in tornadoes and house fires. You wouldn't believe how many things we've redistributed through the years.

She called before breakfast so I drove the truck over and helped her load the dresser. She hopped in for the short ride back to the barn. I let the truck idle to warm the cab a little while opening the gate.

Dappled sunlight poked through the underbrush and spotlighted gate-post moss. I pulled the camera from my pocket and snapped a picture before opening the gate.

A few moments later we'd unloaded and by the time we passed back through the gate, the light had changed and the picture opportunity was lost. 

It occurred to me that life is that way. Sometimes opportunity has a short window. If you dawdle too long or think about it too much, the opportunity is lost forever.

Sorry to get all existential and what not, but that happens to me from time to time.