Today I love the farmers’ market reopening and I love that they are doing it with equal amounts of caution and enthusiasm, just like I knew they would. I love seeing good old friends at the market, it’s good to see them looking well. I love that socializing is still something we’re all looking forward to, I will never take it for granted again. I love that although I am feeling that very strongly, I haven’t really suffered much, and I’ve learned to appreciate a lot of things like being able to order groceries online and have them delivered, eye opening stuff I tell you. I love how easy my life has been these last few months and I’m not feeling guilty about that at all. I love that although I didn’t get as much of my reno work done as I wanted to we never really stopped and we’ve moved forward steadily if slowly. I love that my life this year has not been bad, just different, but then, I’ve gotten pretty used to changes in the last ten years and I think I handle them pretty well. I love that compared to some of the stuff I went through a decade ago this year has been a piece of cake for me. I love that when we isolated in the blue castle and here at the cottage we spent a lot of time just in each other’s company doing happy things and sharing our thoughts and dreams and hopes, and making some of the time more fun than it had a right to be by baking and cooking and planning changes and moving forward with the changes to the house.
Today I love the lawn getting cut while I write. I love that there’s a good chance we’ll be kayaking before the day is over. I love that there has been talk of a fire in the pit on the shore and maybe we’ll just cook our supper down there too … maybe, we’ll see. I love that this place has a way of making memories from just last year seem like old times and the “good old days” and brings to mind Danny Michel and his song about that very thing.
Today I love that there are wild, tiny strawberries growing all over the cottage yard and though they are not quite ripe yet they will be soon enough and they are so good when they are ripe and picked in the warmth of a sunny day. I love that you can never pick enough of them to do you any good if you’re starving, and you can never pick enough of them to satisfy your craving for them, they’re just too good and too tiny.
Today I love drinking coffee while the lawn gets cut and the memories of the market remind me that our friends are still around and we’ll get back to hanging out there again some day soon.