flowers

Coral bells and speedwell, lady’s mantle and columbine

Today I love art in life. I love the way that almost everyone does something artistic, even if they don’t know it. I love how people will have one little thing they do a special way that makes them different from others and that way they do that thing is because they love doing that. I love people who recognize that love and expand on it, creating a body of work that speaks of their love. I love that art, more often than not, represents love and is almost always the artists way of doing their own “Today I Love” column. I love art and its not-so-secret secret language. I love that art does not have to be visual, that it can be words or poetry or music or lyrics, but when it is visual it can be painting or drawing or carving or building or photography. I love the way art can make me wish for more or wish for less or just wish I paid more attention to what I have. I love art and I love following art as it leads me whither it will.

Today I love that the lawn almost needs cutting, and the rain is going to set in for the next couple of days but I’m going to take a chance on it being clear on Saturday, clear enough so that I can “git’er done” before our next adventure.I love that every time I stand up to go cut the grass, the clouds spatter down a little sheet of raindrops, and every time I sit back down to write, the rain stops again. I love that the clouds are toying with me, makes me feel more important than I actually am. I love that everywhere I turn there is something for me to do today, weeding, cleaning, lawn care, writing, motorcycle retrieval maybe, shopping, cooking, all fun stuff if you enjoy the results enough to make you enjoy the tasks. I love that instead of saying, “What can I do?” I’m saying, “What should I do first? … and next?”

Today I love that many of the columbine flowers are still clinging to their stems. I love the speedwell and the coral bells that dot the front garden with their exotic familiarity in between the clumps of lady’s mantle. I love that I spent yesterday noticing things with my new glasses. I love not caring about what others think of my life when they choose to judge harshly. I love when people get enjoyment out of my decision to live my life joyously. I love that I realize that makes me biased, and I love that I’m proud of that bias.

Today I love drinking coffee with the coral bells and speedwell, such pleasant and cheerful company.