After the intensity of yesterday’s post I long for the simple again.
Just the everyday thoughts and remembering the everyday stuff that makes life beautiful.
Like the grown kids popping into visit and my refrigerator being full enough to feed them all, no problem.
Full. Abundant. Lots of left-overs. Fresh stuff, too.
Like the cool air on my bare arms last night as hubby agreed to walk at a nearby park. The clouds were cotton on blue and by the time we left the pink tinged them with glory. We bumped into some longtime friends who were at the lake fishing. Our youngest son rode his long board, weaving in and out of the those who, like us, strolled the sidewalk.
Just beautiful, simple living.
Hubby and I went grocery shopping.
We found a great sale and bought meat. Chicken breasts. roasts. steak.
And we COULD. We could pay for it.
How many times have I taken such simple graces for granted?
Today blueberries arrived on my doorstep. I’m dreaming of blueberry pancakes. There’s already real whipped cream waiting in the fridge to top them.
The roses are beginning to bloom, and I planted bright fuchsia and dark purple petunias. Would you believe a few pansies lived all winter long in my flowerbed, right through the snow, and have raised their pretty faces to greet me?
I put a bright pink Gerber daisy next to them, a feast for my eyes each time I travel my own sidewalk.
I’m walking again, and those few pounds that tried to steal my weight loss are beginning to recede. I am empowered. Stronger when I walk.
My new-to-me $25 dishwasher is amazing. After the week and a half of hand washing I’m especially grateful. And it holds more dishes and gets them cleaner than the old one did. And after a week and a half of the chaos of repairing the damaged floor and having clutter everywhere, my living room and kitchen feel huge. Clutter makes me claustrophobic, but oh the joy of putting everything in its place again! It makes an ordinary, familiar room seem new.
This isn’t a fancy post. No careful wording, no effort to ease into a poetic feel, no going deep.
Just hoping you and I can grab a little joy and rest in a little beauty.
Noticing the little things.