The ornamental plums blossoms slowly give way to their leaves–for now a mottled mess of pink and dark red. The cherries won’t last much longer–but for now I treasure the clouds of blooms that float against the sky.
And today that sky was oh so blue and glorious–a perfect day for late Christmas! Today our family from Oregon was in town, and we gathered at my sister-in-law’s for a delicious brunch. So good to see everyone!. And we finally gave our niece her presents.
Then a family walk through Lincoln Park, a chance to wander and talk and soak up the sun. All that water, and the ferry crossing. All that time together. I’m very thankful.
I’m thankful for the Bloodmobile, which reaches even the wilds of Bothell.
I’m thankful for the wilds of Bothell, the creek and refuge just one parking lot away.
I’m thankful to live in a city where we have the Arts & Lectures poetry series. And this week, I’m especially thankful to hear J.W. Marshall and Christine Deavel read there. Even more, I’m thankful for their store, Open Books, and for the example they live for all of us.
I’m thankful for the neighbors’ star magnolia, which brightens these early spring days and might have brought me a poem.
Thank you. Open the door. Open my heart.