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Cold and rainy. Gotta dig deep...again.
1. Grapefruit and thyme. 2. Clean, soft sheets. 3. Spandex! I’m old enough to remember life before this miracle fabric. 4. A chat with Fran and Pam ♥️ 5. They finally fixed this app. 1. Tonight’s chorus.
2. G stepping up. 3. The boys showing up. 4. K, always. 5. The orange chair, at the corner of the room, when I need it.  1. The simplicity and magnificence of a drop. 2. The tiniest bloom, thoughtfully planted by someone else.  3. Geese overhead. 4. Still thrilled by the soft morning kiss of my husband after 30 years. 5. The gift of my 26 year old boy. I heard a wood thrush today. I was up early, walking the dog. We went through the farm field and took the trail that comes out on a stretch of dirt road.
I was throwing balls for Hazel and looking for stones when I heard it. So many bird sounds, who cares, right? Well, I do. Something about a wood thrush...those melodious notes coming from some mysterious place in the woods. It felt sacred this morning. Just me and my dog and the song of the thrush. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one. It’s grey again. And the first black flies are out. Two things that are hard to appreciate. I’ve got to stretch this morning (except for the thrush.) Martha will care. Deposits. Lichen on a big piece of quartz. I’m going to haul it back. Russ comes through.  I am grateful for people that create:
 I bring my tea out to the stone wall and find a place. Two rocks form a perfect seat. I sit in my down coat and favorite fleece-lined hat and appreciate: The light breeze on my face, carrying the raindrops that land on the oak leaves with a “splat”. The acorns at my feet, bursting red with possibility. The call of the wild turkeys carried through the air. Traffic noise is transmitted through the heavy air today. I don’t mind, because it allows me to appreciate the days where it is absent. I look to the left and notice the first buds on the maple. I love when the trees are pink. The chickadees diligent and ever present, the robin’s sounds-boisterous and new. My tea and hands are cold and a warm house waits. A well-trained dog follows me back.  it's already taking root. so cool. 1. A walk before the rain
2. the first bluebird 3. G going in 4. Carrie 5. this soft, fuzzy blanket on my legs Look. Get on your knees if you have to. Maybe stay there for a bit. When this quarantine started, I was sleeping in. Now that it has become routine, I’m waking early again. I’m so glad. The quiet time alone in the mornings is sacred. I see (and hear!) so many things that all of the others miss. Feels like they are gifts just for me. 🙏🏻 And then I come back in, and they’re all still asleep.
Woke up to snow.
1. the birds are still singing. 2. The beauty of the hyacinth peeking through. 3. Our forced family walk turns out lovely...as always. 4. The snow is gone by 3! 5. Watching junk tv with my babies. 1. Stirring in my comfy bed and looking out the window and see a bright orange crescent moon rising over the mountain...and then being able to drift back to sleep. 2. Hazey’s foot is better. 3-5. Finding the perfect seat in the sun this morning—sipping hot tea with the stone wall against my back, listening to the woodpeckers and the distant call of a loon. Closing my eyes and feeling the peace of it all.  |
