Daydream believer

So I'm suppose to be doing inventory today, which means that on a five acre lot, with only 2 other people working, I am spending the day wandering around rescuing cold lizards to the greenhouse, whistling at birds, and watching the buck and three doe play in the back nine. I found a hole in the fence, and about 20 yards in the woods, the nicest little hide out. Two chairs, a log foot stool, and multiple beer cans. I believe this to be the secret meeting spot I have heard the boys giggle about. The trees are so dense out there that I want to lay down and make angels in the leaf litter. It smells all warm and earthy, and if I try really hard I can completely drown out the traffic from the distant highway, and just hear the cardinals sing. The black squirrel has been following me around all morning, he always pops out and scares me at the most inopportune times. I just can't seem to concentrate on counting stock, besides, I'm not a moron and I'll have it finished in an hour when I start, but the entire day has been set aside for me to finish this chore. A fresh wood to explore, multiple bugs and lizards to be saved, and my lunch break is almost over. So much world, so little time.