Today I love the future in hiding. I love the seeds of the milkweed in their rich and noble pods, like treasuries of future gold, waiting to blow and be invested in the right soil, each one with the potential to become hundreds in just a year, millions in a decade. I love how there can be hidden in the words of the right book, the perfect inspiration some child needs to pursue the calling that their life was meant for. I love how in the lyrics, or the emotions of a melody, the seeds of a good day can be found in a random song played on the radio on your way to work or school. I love how that song can turn out to be an old favorite or maybe even your newest favorite. I love how hearts can find their future in the smile of someone loving. I love that there are seeds of hope and destiny hiding in so many places and all we need do is look, or at least not deny the possibility, and then with a little luck, there it is, our future, taking root and sprouting up into the light of day from a seed we hadn’t even noticed before.
Today I love how we are in the throes of the changing of seasons. I love that soon it will be above freezing every day and then in a little while longer it will stay above freezing every night and after that it will be time to plant and cultivate and weed. I love that it will soon be comfortable enough to cook and eat outside. I love that as I am writing this there are snowflakes drifting around, and though there may well be more snow, its days are numbered like the days of anyone and anything. I love the unstoppable force of Spring, blowing in on a gust of wind, the skirts of her dress swirling over the land and dragging away the snow, turning everything a new golden green before the deep green settles in for the long days to come. I love that this is coming as surely as lunch time is on its way.
Today I love cooking great big batches of food and storing them in separate containers and then breaking those stores out at meal time. I love that every now and then one of us will cook a single meal for two and it is a treat for us. I love that either way we do it there is something to admire in our meals along with the deliciousness of the food itself. I still love my new title of Alchemist of Oatmeal.
Today I love sipping coffee slowly and pondering the treasures in a brown, leathery purse of milkweed seeds just outside the breakfast room window.