The Cunning Of The Fox
“The cunning of the fox is as murderous as the violence of the wolf.”Thomas Paine
To watch my resident fox hunt, and more so successfully, is one of the more beautiful things to me.
I am confident they have a den near, just over the stone wall on neighboring property, in an abandoned old white pine planting. Those old white pines stir up memories every time I stare a little bit too long into the dark shadows they cast into their understory. But the fox doesn’t lament on past misgivings.
So instead I catch myself and focus on the present, and at present I have been completely consumed by the thick perfume of my daffodils and tulips, the return of spring song birds, preparing beds for garden vegetables and summer cut flowers, and teaching my kids how to fly kites.
Dare I say it, I think I am finding a groove in motherhood and life, and the happiness that has been cultivated as a result is quite fulfilling.