So the day goes, my girls and I, sitting in the barely-there morning light, taking in the day, with coffee. The ritual of drinking coffee is such a therapeutic exercise in being there. Does anything else really matter for that moment or three - or can I allow myself to simply enjoy the beverage, the conversation, and the company? I can see the possibilities of my day, steeped in such great company. I lean into the conversation and count my blessings. Always and forever.
Today is a #BeautifulSunday by @Ace108, where we share our day in the most possibly beautiful way that we can. It is always a great day when I can spend it with some or all of the family. Today is a great day for taking a deep breath and enjoying the beauty around me. I am having the best of days, a definite #SublimeSunday in the making, by the Meister of my morning, @c0ff33a. I do love my @c0ff33 and he likes eclectic! A definite match, made in heaven. I want to thank @ace108 and @c0ff33a for hosting these fun challenges! Check them out!
The shade of the bushes, spouting out the end of spring flowers. I am not sure why it is so late, Perhaps it is a late bloomer, the last to show up for the party. Still, I will enjoy them until the day they vanish, swept off into the seasonal demise. We picked a few roses from the garden, the one that is planted in the back year, growing along the iron fence, small pink ones with a powerful scent. They are intoxicating. We kept one out to press into the bible. It was the last bush my mom got me and it has been taking good care of me with fresh roses for my table, all summer long. It adds such a nice touch to it. I get wax paper and put the rose between it, sliding it into the bible, somewhere between Psalms and Proverbs.
It has been a hectic week for all, so we were looking forward to a day of catching up, a little gardening and planting the new plants before they start wilting or worse. The weather has been windy and rainy, but it has made way for a fit of sunshine today. What's up, Mother Nature? You have beocme so inconsistent! Still, there is #alwaysaflower, wherever you are , whatever you are doing. There will always be a flower, to color my world.
Coffee is done, but, the feelings linger. I am not sure how I got so lucky, especially with the kids. You are supposed to love your children, and I do, but, I really like them too. I like spending time with them and teaching them little things that aren't written anywhere, but assumed. The best part is that they still respect my opinion enough to listen and talk about it and everything else. Do they always agree? No, they are human, but, they are respectful in their comeback, as I am to them. There is no competition on who is right or wrong, as there shouldn't be.
The beautiful Viburnum, a graceful addition to the garden. She has a style and grace, a beauty that carries her to the autumn, where the berries she produces over the summer turn a brilliant color. I am going to enjoy her pretty white flowers and not rush the season. I love plants that grow all year, with a few seasonal changes of their own.
We went down to the barn and brushed out the equine gang, then released them into the field. The usually spend the night out in these warmer months, but, it rained late yesterday afternoon, so we gave that a pass. Nobody likes brushing mud out of a coat. Although I have to admit, they don't mind rolling in it and getting a little dirty... some days, even a lot of dirty is fine by them. That is our perception. When a horse sweats, it dries on its skin and the dirt actually relives it and repels flies.
We are back once again, and even though the day isn't filled with things to do, it feels kind of nice to do little and talk a lot. We plant the flowers and I look to see that it is still morning and we have the whole day in front of us, so it sounds like time for a short hike. I like the sounds of that and so does everyone else. Hi-Ho!
I want to thank @ace108 and @c0ff33a for hosting these challenges! I hope everyone is having a #BeautifulSunday, Sublimely so! And just like that, this post is over! Come back tomorrow and we will do it again!
I’ll love you forever and ever. I hope they never forget that - it's not enough to think it, or assume they know. You have to tell the people you love, “I love you." and I am pretty sure there is an unprovoked hug that will come with it. Then do it all over again. And again. And again. I think sometimes we take it for granted that people know this. The world needs a little more love right about now. It is more important than ever to spread some. I love you. I do.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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