It’s The Little Things In Life That Can Comfort
It’s a beautiful sun shining Sunday morning and the flowers, I planted by the side door 17 years ago, bask in the bright morning rays.
I’ve taken Shadow out, she’s now six months old, fed her and the the cats (Snowball, Moses and Teatro), made myself a cup of coffee and a toasted bagel with strawberry jam, then settled down in the sun room (study) to work on the blog and sundry items.
From my vantage point I can hear and see the variety of birds outside (last count 32 types have been spotted on the property) chirping and chattering as they look for their morning breakfast or as they gather nesting supplies for the many trees that abound around the house.
“Woody”, our resident woodchuck, is rooting around the old rose garden, and I ponder how many of these woodchucks we have had over the many years and how long this one has been here?
Two black squirrels play in the back yard and I always marvel at their agility. One even has a white blaze on it’s chest which adds to the uniqueness of the experience.
In the distance, the neighbors’ dog barks its unhappy voice to the fact of being outside and not with the family huddled within.
Bob is sound asleep upstairs and all is peace and calm.
With all the talk of economic disaster, unemployment woes and the unraveling of many peoples daily lives, it is a joy and a comfort that I can appreciate the little things which really make the day brighter, worthwhile, and renews my faith.