Today I love one more outside day of writing and sitting on the front porch as the children pass by on their way to school, with parents in tow, some reluctantly and some excited for the new day of opportunities and adventures. I love that it is yet another new day I love that the temperature is mild and pleasing, the wind is light and the rain is coming and going. I love the flashes of blue sky that skid by in the gritty grey clouds overhead. I love that this day is a real mixed bag of joys and blessings and treats, the sky’s reluctance to decide on one appearance, the trees in flaming colors of autumn, the lawns still growing like they were meant for this kind of weather and they were, and the noises of a city hissing along in its insistent determination in the distance. I love that I could not go back inside this morning for longer than it took me to gather my gear and toddle back out onto the porch, I was called, driven to immerse myself in this sweet fall day. I love that I will take as many of these days as I can get. I love that I have a fair bit of writing to do now that the election here in Canada is over.
Today I love that there were no accidental mix-ups at the polls and I was not elected to public office, what a nightmare that would have been. I love that according to my research my name appeared on no ballots and I did not receive a single vote thereby absolving me of any responsibility for managing this country or any part of it, I have enough on my plate just looking after my life. I love that I have decided to write a humorous post for my other blog today because I am pretty tired from the weekend past, at least I hope it will be humorous, I guess we’ll see, eh?
Today I love the week starting out with lots of things to do, that should keep me busy. I love that we dug up all the carrots and beets yesterday, pulled out the tomato plants and picked a little less than a peck of peppers. i love that there’s still parsnips in the ground and they will stay there at least until there is a really deep frost, if not all winter long, parsnips are crazy things. I love that parsnips were the first things we got out of our garden when I was a child, because they were dug up as fresh veggies as soon as the garden thawed so they were the thing I looked forward to in spring. I love that we visited friends last night and had a lovely time, though I was still working for much of the visit which didn’t make me the best company, sorry.
Today I love sipping coffee on the front porch in the balmy light breeze of one more outside day and reveling in my lack of governmental responsibility.