As I walked the church grounds this morning before services, I shared the beauty of the day for a brief moment with an unexpected guest. He wandered onto the path much as I did and appeared to be appreciating the resplendent surroundings including the wonderful aroma of the mountain laurel blooms.
He stretched his nose into the air and raised himself up on two legs.
And then he caught wind of me.
In an instant my little armadillo friend quickly scurried into the underbrush.
I felt sad that fear intruded on us, but such is the nature of nature.
