Today I love my front porch and the flower bed that surrounds it. I love that the columbine is in full bloom and a little beyond, that the deep purple petals are starting to fall and scatter making way for the end of Spring and the beginning of Summer. I love that those sister seasons are the ones most people are fondest of, though people do still spend quite a bit of time grumbling about weather even when the sisters are here. I love that Spring has been especially pleasant this year for me even though my thinned out blood meant that I was chilled a lot of the time, still, I had good company for isolating with and the time passed as all good times do, slowly when I paid attention, but altogether too quickly when I now look back on it. I love that I have a bit of shopping to do today at the hardware store and I’m still contemplating replacing my table saw with something more reliable, even though I am mostly retired from anything that would require me to have such a tool for work. I love that it has been thirty years since I was without a table saw. I love that there was a time when I would clamp my circular saw upside down on my work bench and run boards over it, and I really love that I still have all my fingers.
Today I love that it is a good time of year to eat cold cereal because I keep forgetting to make porridge and so we have made do with the stuff out of the boxes and it’s been a nice change. I love that I am determined to make porridge today because although it has been a nice change, the change hasn’t really been spectacular, so I’m planning the gruel. I love that as a child I couldn’t figure out why people complained about porridge and now as an adult I’m even more confused about it.
Today I love the irises blooming all over town. I love that we have potato plants coming up in our garden patch. I love that that’s on me because I grew up on potatoes and my partner was determined to have us grow some for me to share with her and that is so gong to happen. I love that our garden is doing pretty good for the most part, and if it gets no bigger this year it has already grown to a far larger size than it was before by taking over more of the old flower beds that were there in our backyard.
Today I love sipping coffee on the front porch while the columbine petals fall like springs last purple rain.