This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Oh, people always say it is the little things in life that makes things worth living. I agree with that. Except a big peanut butter cookie is generally better than a little peanut butter cookie. I always have a but. Except I don’t.
Sometimes, Girl Person says she wonders how she missed so many of those little things in her life. Like yesterday, when she walked outside to take out the trash, she looked down and wondered what all these chewed up things were all over the ground. She looked closer at one in particular. It was like she had never laid her eyes upon a pine cone.
You know, we know pine trees. In fact, our family had a whole field of them in that Florida place. But we never saw anything bother the pine cones, or certainly not eat them. But here, all these pine corns were.
Left like a night after an all you can eat buffet with no limit on plates. Someone had a party when were inside. And we were not invited. Girl Person said that she questioned whether she would have noticed them, even a few years ago. She wondered and questioned what other things she had missed.
But I knew that I certainly had not missed my calling as a pine nut butter sales dog. I liked my name just fine.
But then I started thinking about it and I knew. Someone loved the nuts in these pine cones as much as I loved peanut butter. How was that possible?
I knew that the lovers of said pine cones were perhaps the same lovers and stealers of bird seed. Yes, the gray, eastern squirrel here in this Myrtle Beach, South Carolina place. Seems as if they are everywhere. And with so many pine cones for them to crack open and find the pine nuts, I can’t say that I blame them. So I won’t say it.
But Girl Person told me that as much as these squirrels loved these nuts, she was sure that she had not ever really thought about what a pine cone was and what it did.
Well, me neither.
The truth is, and I always tell the truth, that there are so many more little things around us put together than big things.
And when we only see something at a glance, and don’t truly look at it like the pine cone, and who needs the pine cone to live, that is a dern shame as Granny Person used to say.
Only seeing what is in front of us is not respectful. Because it means we think that we are more important, because we are one big thing than all the little things put together.
So as usual, travel has taught us something else. That even though we used to see a million pine cones on the ground, we never gave a second thought to what they were. But a few on the ground, even though broken and chewed up like an apple core taught us more. Quality over quantity they always say. Again, who these they people are that always says stuff, I don’t know. But they have this one right.
I think for persons, it is easier for them not to notice the little things. If they had to stop, and actually have feelings, many could not do it. They go, go, go. It is easier to not feel. It is easier to not see the little things that make you feel less important. But if we want to be better, we have to do it.
So, thank you pine cone and your pine nut butter lovers for the lesson. We will need to appreciate the little things today. And we are going to try and keep them in mind. Yes. Yes. The weekend is over. And so? That means today, we are back on the road. We are a bit, if not a lot nervous about driving. The Big Blue Treat Wagon has not been the most reliable team player lately. Although we understand the reason behind the troubles, that the Big Blue Treat Wagon is tired, it still is not easy to handle. Being nervous, in anticipation of something nerve wracking is not fun. But the little things in life going on all around us that could care less about the Big Blue Treat Wagon? Well, they are what life is about. And they are what make life as delicious as a peanut butter cookie. Well, not as much. But close.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle