Today I love Spring’s bounty and the way it graces our back yard with food and flowers, hope and memories. I love the mornings jewelled dewy sweetness, the beauty of sunlight on sparkling green, the fresh cool earthy way the new day smells. I love the wealth of happiness and delight that can be found in the morning garden and I love how it beckons the carefree heart to come ponder its delights. I love that I have such a heart, that I inherited it, that it resonates with the vibrations of the mornings light and sound.
Today I love hurrying to get ready for the road, packing with care but without worry. I love that the things forgotten can be done without. I love that we are heading into rain but that I forgot my rain coat. I love the rain and that I don’t care if I get wet. I love that this weekend is about love and marriage and the celebration of that and I look forward to seeing all that transpire between two people who have already taken years to prove their devotion to each other. I love that this weekend will be the point of declaration for them and an adventure for us.
Today I love feelings that are bigger than me, but that fold down nice and neat and fit into the warm and quiet compartments of my heart where they can grow and be nurtured. I love holding feelings that I’ve discovered I own in my soul and revelling in the richness of my happy life. I love realizing the interest that life pays on the love we’ve banked in our hearts and then shared with those around us.
Today I love people who take to the road with the intention of finding the points of interest along the way. I love people who, like myself, will choose a road for its scenery over a road that is expeditious. I love driving in the overcast exotic grey days as much as in the sunny bright ones and today I got both, so I love this day’s road weather. I love being on the road with someone who wants to stop at places like Lucy Maude Montgomery’s home in Leaskdale. I love finding historic treasures on the road side.
Today I love bitter coffee in steel tasting travel mugs while marveling, as I roll into a huge modern city, at the idea that the day began in the garden, admiring the strawberry plants.