Thanks to my Mom for giving me her moral support and understanding for more than five decades.
And thanks to my kids for fixing a really delicious brunch for the whole family. I wish I had pictures, but they made frittatas and homemade biscuits and potatoes with sausage and caramelized onions and fruit salad and green salad. That’s a lot of cooking (and cleaning up). And thanks to Tom for helping to get everyone organized and invited.
I’m grateful for these ongoing sunny days. Some solid weeding time and a hedge-trimming (okay, I’m not thankful for the hedge–but I am for the opportunity to hack it back into submission). Time sitting on the deck talking with my daughter this afternoon.
I’m thankful for a couple of nights of good sleep. I still have a lot of wakefulness and worrying–but every good night feels golden.
Retroactively, I’m thankful for my poem “Self-Portrait with Crows” being featured back in April as Poem of the Week on One Poet’s Notes.
And looking ahead, I’m thankful for Mondays. Really, I am. I like a fresh start, and I feel like I get one every week. Onward!
Open the door. Open my heart.