I’m grateful tonite to dabble my toes in the G Pool.
Appreciation of so many ‘little’ things catch my mind’s eye and meander through my consciousness:
Cooler temps for sleeping; a comfy bed with soft oomphy squooshy pillows that support my neck; cool, clean sheets and a soft comforter to burrow beneath like a bear hibernation;
A safe roof over our heads; enough to eat; enough to pay the bills and enough to go to a movie.
I’m grateful for the creative teams who make good movies like “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel,” which has characters and lines that stay in one’s heart and funny bone;
Eyesight which allows us to see and enjoy the fruits of last year’s planting labors;
Awe as dahlias bloom monster mop heads of riotous color in our garden;
Ears to hear crows who caw-caw us awake to the sound of their cleaning our rain gutters for us;
Bright blue stellar jays and songbirds and hummingbirds visiting with a host of many colored butterflies.
This morning when I awoke and breathed in the gratitude for another day, my next thought was, “It smells like summer; like childhood on a good day.”
I’m still smiling.
eFlorence 