Today I love a cottage full of people all cheerily chattering when they can get a word in edgewise around me. I love that as I write I can hear noises coming from all corners of the property, kids and fishing fanatics down by the dock, cousins and aunts in the kitchen, people on the deck and the patio talking and everyone quietly happy. I love that this place seems to be conducive to happy gatherings. I love that in between the people I can look and see nature in greens and golds and blues. I love that the lilies are blooming. I love the cedars filling the air with their distinct perfume. I love the killdeer’s call as it feigns injury to lure the curious and especially the hungry away from its nest. I love that there’s a golf course across the road and the first green is just right there and every now and then cheers erupt as someone makes some impossible putt and they and their opponents all marvel loudly at the magnificence of it. I love that we keep threatening to go golfing but seem to only bring our clubs with us when there is no chance of fitting a game into our schedule because that guarantees that when we do we will really enjoy it.
Today I love that I am indeed at the point where I launch myself into the bay without checking the temperature of the water because life is too short to waste time getting into the water slowly unless that’s something you enjoy doing. I love that I got so much done yesterday, rearranging the dock and making lights to fit on the posts and kayaking and swimming and writing and working a little for the owensoundhub.org and going for groceries and baking pies and going for ice cream. I love that the birthday celebration is able to proceed this weekend and that I can take the time to engage in that before my father’s funeral which will happen on Wednesday coming. I love that in all of this I still get to contemplate my father and his impact on my life. I love that my usually random mind keeps coming up with memories of him for no apparent reason and they are often ones of laughter and joy.
Today I love peach scones with breakfast. I love big breakfast gatherings outdoors. I love that we have the deck for that. I love how easy laughter comes to me and that I get that as much from my father as I do any of my ancestors. I love to laugh in the face of sadness and that I have learned to leave guilt for that behind.
Today I love drinking coffee on a quiet corner of a quiet deck and writing out these thoughts before I abandon myself to doing a little bit of work on the deck and then throwing myself into the bay amidst the laughing, playing children of all ages.