Today I love the volunteer columbine that has made its home in the front garden. I love that in the shadows of these large plants the coral bells are scattered and quietly living in the spaces in between, unnoticed to the casual observer but there for those who seek the treasure of their jewel like blossoms. I love that I am unsure if they are, in fact, coral bells, but the name suits them and so I call them that and they do not seem to mind and, if anything, seem to look that little bit smarter and more happy about their appearance when I do. I love the slowly receding effects of the attempted control on our yard, love that the last few vestigages of “lawn” are hard to find on close inspection, love that the so called weeds are everywhere with their amazing little flowers showing when they do not get mowed down. I love that the lawn has become nearly half covered with white clover and since my partner scattered those seeds she is quite happy about that. I love that I am on the front porch in the morning air in a sleeveless shirt and shorts, writing and relaxing for these first parts of the day.
Today I love that I worked so hard yesterday that I almost forgot to write a “Today I Love …” and ended up doing it last night in bed. I love that I am aching from putting down subfloor yesterday, but I am not seized up and am able to move so today, if I get all my writing done and the last bit of wiring gets finished, I will be working on scraping off that crazy popcorn stuff on the living room ceiling. I love that I have a radio show to do for this coming Sunday and I think this is an important moment in time to be talking to the world and being part of the global conversation. I love that I do that a lot.
Today I love that yesterday without even trying, I walked twice as many steps as my crazy watch demands of me on a daily basis, and then some more on top of that. I love how well I feel even though I’m not all that well, it’s a funny situation to be in. I love that I am always saying, “We start from here, we move forward.” and I do indeed keep going, keep moving forward. I love that today is an oatmeal making day, I wonder what fruit I’ll use to make it special today?
Today I love sitting on the front porch, admiring the columbine and sipping my coffee as I do so, absorbing the strength of the coffee and the soft beauty of the sweet voluntary flowers.