A young rabbit in my backyard from a couple of generations ago.

As happens sometimes, I sat down at my desk this morning and couldn’t come up with anything to write about. I skimmed my reserve list of ideas, then skimmed it again. I considered just diving in, but that never seems to work out for me. I turned to current events, hoping that I could insert a new opinion of the happenings in our world. I thought about Ferguson then of ISIS and the recent bombings in Syria. But I didn’t think I could bring any fresh perspective at the moment.

I decided to clear my mind by mowing the lawn (and also because it had to be done). I changed out of my clothes into my lawn-cutting rags. I went downstairs and outside. I opened the shed and pulled a trash bin out back. I carefully moved the…