I’m thankful for this Easter egg blue sky and for summer. Life at its simplest–in a good way.
And I feel a little bad, knowing about the intense heat, humidity, and drought that many others have faced.
But we spent June in the gray drizzle doldrums. I figure I’ve been cold since last September.
Now, it feels good to be outside. I’m thankful I could put in some time weeding this week. The yard’s still a mess–but I know it’s less of a mess. I’m thankful for the weeds, because they give me this great reason to be outside and not doing something else, like scrubbing the bathroom floor.
I’m thankful I also had some time to read and write and revise poems.
Open the door. Open my heart.