Outside I can see some birds eating something out of my lawn. I like to imagine they are eating bugs that could be harmful to the grass. I hope it’s not the worms that valiantly try to aerate that clay soil.

One of the outdoor ethics of Scouts comes to mind—“leave no trace.” We’ve left more than just a trace on the natural order. But God’s creation was so perfect it survives and gives us life and beauty despite our poor stewardship.

Now our cat is up on the window sill looking out at the birds. Before he goes back outside I’ll make sure he has plenty of that man-made cat food we buy in a bag.