Today I love morning sun through cedars on a winter’s day when the air smells like winter might be pondering the softening of its grasp on the northern half of the world. I love the sounds of jays and crows calling through the pines and cedars as they make their way to the tops of naked maples and aspens to survey the world and search for signs of coming spring. I love how my heart soars with them to those lofty heights and gazes longingly at the horizons and hopes to see what is beyond them again some day soon. I love that the gazing and the hoping is enough to fill my heart and my life with joy on a day like today and I love that the joy is enough for me to be content with this moment. I love quiet conversations at the cottage, conversations that encompass many possibilities of how the future might unfold, and confessions about which possible future would be most appreciated by each of us. I love when those conversations are able to pause for the interjections of humor that I cannot live without. I love conversations over meals like breakfast where the food makes the talk more homey and the take makes the food more tasty.
Today I love flowers on the kitchen table back home, waiting for our return so that they can shine their best and cheer us up more than we already are, if that is at all possible. I love the thoughts that drift through my mind of spring coming. I love the springs where I anxiously await certain things happening, the grass shooting up, the snowdrops and blood root blooming, the first kid on roller blades on our street, the sound of a lawnmower, the planting of peas and beans when it is time for them. And I love the springs where I am dragging my feet in hopes that I can slow things down, when I don’t look forward to things and am surprised by their arrival as each one occurs and interrupts my marveling at the last one that happened.
Today I love apricot jam. I love fresh eggs and toast. I love big cottage cups filled with coffee and steaming on the table beside full plates of breakfast as the conversation buzzes along with a happy cadence that feels like forever packed inside of a moment. I love that flag day was this past week and here at the cottage our flag still flies proudly on the edge of our deck.
Today I love coffee in bed while the sun creeps over the bluff and shines down through cedars on our happy, cheerful, chatty cottage.