Today I love the Sedum, particularly the Stone-crop Sedum that has turned from blush to rust in the throes of Autumn’s passion. I love the way the world continues to change its attire to match the time of its year long day, until it reaches the point where it must climb under its crisp white sheets of snow and sleep the sleep of the honest in order to wake and come forth renewed and ready for spring. I love that the world’s annual cycle gives us all hope that we may trod the earth again and know, the next time ’round, to enjoy each breath, each moment, each flowers and every storm. I love this grey day with plans for hiking on its list of to-dos. I love that we are on our way to the cottage by the end of the day and that will be restful I hope. I love that the dragon boat has made its way to its winter home to rest and ready itself for next year. I love that it will return to the water in the spring and we who ride the dragon all summer long all hope to meet it there. I love that it is a thing of joy and spirit and gives back everything that is given to it. Inanimate you say? Impossible say I. I love that the dragon boat lives and its heart pulses with the seasons as surly as the world’s heart does.
Today I love coffee in bed, breakfast at the kitchen table, writing in the great room. I love feeling at home and being at home where ever I am. I love all the plans I have and the hopes I have of getting to some of those plans and making things happen. I love quick bread and fried breakfast. I love that we eat tomatoes a lot when we grow them because the flavor of one home grown tomato is like the flavor of twelve store bought ones distilled down into the meat of one.
Today I love buckets of sidewalk chalk. I love memories of penny candy secured in paper bags and eaten on the way home from the store. I love the outdoors, love the taste of the air, the feel of the wind, the energy it gives to just be out there.
Today I love coffee on the front porch when I have no reason to be out there other than to be on the front porch, greedily absorbing all the outside day into my heart and the thing that some would call my soul.