Today I love Summer promises on Spring breezes and the whispering hope they bring to those of us who long to run barefoot down the old path and out to the end of the dock and then just a little farther with no regard for decorum or tranquility that might have resided there seconds before the race began. I love dreaming of slumbering through Summer’s days, tasting the sweetness of the seasonal blooms on the air, and drifting on the waves of the sounds of happy and industrious insects doing all the work so that I can feel comfortable in my sloth. I love that my character rarely lets me behave in such a manner, but I enjoy dreaming about it on the go as I make my way through the days of my life. I love the way the seasons change and at every subtle gradient of changes shades I find new wonder in it all. I love that I love every day of every year and value it because if I didn’t, I would still have the day, but I would have less love in my world. I love that loving every day is easier to do when you have done it for a while, but is impossible to do until you try.
Today I love that it is Saturday and the world is on Saturday time, tripping along, looking for things to do and finding them as easily as falling in love. I love that there are little humans riding around the neighborhood on bikes. I love that there are grandparents visiting grandchildren and they are teasing and squealing and making joyful sounds of playful love. I love that my community is slowly moving out of doors, cleaning up yards and setting out lawn furniture and getting ready to take hold of this season and wring from it every last drop of good times.
Today I love rhubarb making raging advances in growth. I love new tools when they are needed. I love that somewhere in my sphere of influence I have set down my green handled Robertson screwdriver that I keep in my ready pouch and I’m really hoping that I find it soon. I love children who smile or wave or say hi to strangers especially if that stranger is me ’cause it makes me think that maybe I’m not looking as scary as I sometimes think I must look. I love spontaneous dining and snacking.
Today I love drinking coffee outside in face of Spring’s breezy promises.