Today I love being happy even when things aren’t perfect. I love that life is never perfect, but if it were we’d either be wasting our time grumbling during the times that it wasn’t or dreading when it wouldn’t be again, and that’s not going to be any fun. I love that life is as close to perfect as it needs to be to keep me working on it and appreciating it. I love life, every drop of it, and I’m going to squeeze all I can out of my time. I love that I drove 120 miles today already and now I’m writing and then I’ll likely drive another hundred miles or so. I love that we have cookies and snacks with us and lots of coffee in thermal containers so life here on the road is pretty darned good.I love that we will have driven almost 500 miles in two days when this day is over, we are the road warriors! I love that we aren’t really warriors, more like career roadies watching out for the crazies who drive too fast or the dawdling ones who feel it’s their job to hold everyone back ’cause that doesn’t make the crazies any crazier. Ha!
Today I love that tomorrow we’re on our way to the cottage to facilitate some seasonal maintenance and a bit of relaxation which is kind of seasonal maintenance for me. I love how amazing this time of year is, mist lying on the fields, the colors of fire on the trees, the dusty browns and greys of the ripened grasses and grains, the smells of the woods and the earth when we’re out walking the trails, there’s never enough of that. I love that we seem to know so many ways of getting from one place to another that road trips are never boring and this time of year with the sights to see it’s even better to take different routes every time we travel. I love that I grew up in the country and that I feel at home on the back roads rolling over miles of rural wonder.
Today I love good oatmeal with fresh figs in it for breakfast. I love birch trees with their chalky white bark and their autumn yellow, flame shaped foliage. I love the brilliant burning reds of maples and the dusty rusts of elms. I love the smell of wood fires. I love that I am tired but it’s a good tired and I’m prepared to live with it and then deal with it when it’s bed time tonight.
Today I love drinking my coffee on the road and watching all the boldly colored tress slide by.