Today I love the explosion of lilacs all over everywhere at my latitude. I love all the colors of them, often bunched together for contrast. I love the sudden, aromatic tap on the shoulder they give me when I’m walking down a street and they whisper, “Hey, we’re right here, right behind you, right around the next corner, hiding in someone’s back yard.” I love when lilacs call on the breeze that blows and knows no fence induced restraint. I love that lilacs and the wind play together, like precocious and incorrigible neighborhood kids who are always not quite in trouble, making you grumble and yet smile at the same time. I love finding huge stands of lilacs and just standing in the middle of the breeze that carries their sphere of influence everywhere for the little bit of time they are given in the last of Spring. I love that lilac bushes, once their blossoms are gone, are still full of lush leaves and vigorous growth and quiet strong attitude that comes, I’m sure, from the fact that they can think quietly to themselves that they were the ones that saved the end of Spring from being boring with their wonderful bouquet of love.
Today I love that I am in my Wednesday office in a little town that has a big life. I love that there is history here with a past that includes a mill and a dam and orchards and brewing and a harbor and a yacht club and ski hills and a funky little main street that thrives in its funk. I love that on that main street there’s a café and that café puts up with me and lets be sit and work and drink their coffee for minimal remuneration. I love that this is my getaway from my regular week and yet when I think about it there is nothing regular about my week, each day has its own demands and its own benefits and its own subtle flavor. I love the way my life works out, love the way things seem always to fall into place and leave me happy and comforted.
Today I love that last night the dragon boat was so full of paddlers that I actually had to work to keep it on course and going where I wanted it to go. I love how powerful that boat is when there are nearly twenty paddlers on board, all pulling water hard and working in unison. I love that there is exactly enough space along side the boat for everyone to have room to paddle so long as they paddle in time, that each paddler starts their stroke in water that is beside the paddler ahead of them and finishes in the water that the paddler behind them will be reaching for in a fraction of a second. I love the water and the land and the sky and the relationship I have with all those things.
Today I love drinking coffee and working in my Wednesday office while the lilacs capture the imaginations of passersby just across the street from here.