But deep in my heart, I know that I am less like Thoreau and more like Eva Gabor’s Lisa Douglas on ``Green Acres.’’ I understand the romance of retreating to Walden and living in harmony with the natural world. But the natural world is just so startling.
Reach into the garden for a strawberry, and a snail might decide to hitchhike on your hand. Pad barefoot through the warm grass, but look out for a rain of tent caterpillars from above.
Nature inspires and soothes, but it also creeps up behind you and says, ``Boo!’’ Or it slithers along your sidewalk and says, ``Don’t mind me — I’ll just be in your garden giving birth to live young.’’
Elizabeth Trever Buchinger wonders if there’s a merit badge for shrieking. You can connect with her at www.moremindfulfamily.wordpress.com.