Today I love the cool front porch, its inviting quiet, its cascade of flowers out front, its sheltered, shady oasis, its aura of happiness that invites me to sit and write and holds me gently here while I rest my soul and my weary bones. I love that yesterday I manned a saw for quite a while and thanks to my new prescription safety glasses my eyes didn’t feel like they had a beach worth of grit in them by the end of the day. I love that they are progressive lenses so I can see to walk around and yet still see the marks on my tape measure. I love that I was only this old when I found out about prescription safety eye wear and now I have the rest of my life to enjoy the benefits of them and I’m hopeful that that will be a good long time yet, at least another thirty years, right? I love that if I do make it to 91 I’ll likely still be dottering around with a tape measure and making repairs and renovating places, at least in my mind. I love that we got the subfloor finished. I love that we learned that two people can lift one end of a century old, upright piano and move it that way if they have to, but it’s best not to have to. I love that today I’ll be taping joints and maybe mudding cracks if I can get my shoulder to work.
Today I love that there’s only two days ’til the weekend and tomorrow really only counts as half a day since once you’re done working on Friday it suddenly becomes the weekend so how could you count all of that as a work day? I love that anything well started is half finished, according to the old saying, and since I’ve got a good start on today then there’s only half a day left of it so now we’re down to one day until the weekend, sort of.
Today I love the amazing flowering plants that buffer the front edge of our porch, they seem to be invisible until they suddenly burst forth in bloom and then there they are miraculously saying, “Who? Me? I was here all along.” like they’ve been out roaming the neighborhood getting into plant trouble and now they need an alibi. I love that there are rabbits everywhere in our neighborhood, and that they are unable to breach the fencing around our veggies. I love that the veggies are growing well, and with any luck I’ll be able to make tomato pickle this autumn and there should be a few meals of potatoes as well which will please the Irish in me immensely.
Today I love writing on the front porch, surrounded by delinquent flowers looking for me to alibi them out of trouble, “What’s that officer? No, as far as I know they’ve been here all along.” Lawn Order – Special Violets Unit.