Today I love last night’s gentle rain. I love that it cleared up in time for the Market today. I love that it looks like it’s going to rain again and it feels like it too. I love the beautiful beads of water on the Lady’s Mantle, love the way that plant collects and hold moisture for as long as it can, as if they were pearls it gets to wear. I love how colorful the garden is starting to look with whites and purples, mauves and pinks, yellows and golds exploding everywhere. I love that there are plants that bloom later in the year and they are already starting to form their flowers. I love threats of beauty in bud form. I love that the garden and the lawn look very much revived, if only temporarily, from last night’s steady drizzle. I love that as the rain started in the late evening the air that drifted in to the bedroom smelled wonderful and rich. I love that the name for that smell is petrichor and every time I smell it that word now swims into my mind on the moisture laden winds. I love how everything comes together in words.
Today I love that, due to a conflict at the studio, Dave and Misha ended up at my house doing a radio interview instead and then they came down to the open mic and played some music there. I love how very emotionally invested they are in their music and their performing. I love that Emma from Montreal showed up at the open mic and was so good she made us regret that she doesn’t live here. I love that the regulars come out irregularly and that there are guests from away that come play as well. I love that the open mic is a eclectic collection of the talents of the world as they manifest themselves in our town on any given Friday afternoon.
Today I love garlic scapes we brought home from the market. I love that the stir fry that is to come will have the first fresh taste of garlic of this year in it. I love that there is talk of going golfing tomorrow and even a bit of noise about going today as well. I love that there are no firm plans, but lots of serious ideas and suggestions for the use of these first weekend days of summer.
Today I love drinking coffee on the front porch while I write and the Lady’s Mantle shows off her new pearls.