Today I love this sullen, brooding day. I love the darkly moody sky as it whisks by, I love that it is crowding close to the earth and threatening more rain. I love that the rain played a lullaby outside the window all last night, sometimes loud and sometimes soft. I love that every time it changed pitch or tempo I woke up, noted the change and fell back to sleep. I love that the rain has stopped, save for the spattering under trees when the wind shakes them off. I love the jewels of light that the Sedum has adorned itself with in the form of water droplets on its leaves.
Today I love that it is Saturday Morning and the whole household is soon heading to the farmers’ market for breakfast. I love that there will be the rainy day crowd at the market, those for whom the market is a part of their lives and a part of the source of their diet. I love the various means and methods of carrying produce home that I’ve seen there, canvas bags, burlap sacks, bundle buggies of all manner and description and bicycle panniers.
Today I love that the weekend is in full swing and that this town is so busy with music and shows. I love that I’m having trouble remembering what all is on tonight and whether I have committed to anything. It seems to me that there are tickets around here for something and I can’t remember when that is for. Perhaps I won’t have a decision to make at all, those tickets may decide for me. I love that with so much happening that there is no way I’m not going to be disappointed about some one thing or more that I’m going to have to miss.
Today I love coffee on the verandah while listening to the lazy raindrops fall from the trees when the breeze blows down the street. I love sipping from a hot cup while pondering what is playing when and where. What a great dilemma to have, but I need more coffee to think it all through.