I spend a good part of a day finding beauty. The more I look for it, the more I find it. Often, it jumps right out at me, from a place I didn’t know to look. Other times, it shows up in familiar places. I always love when morning comes gently-a morning like this one.
Light comes in the window by the “morning table” without causing a sense of hurry. I have coffee when I want, and as much as I want. I think my thoughts like I have all the time in the world and then I take to writing them down. Maybe in January, I will need to remember that a mockingbird was here in June or that the star spangled sky in August is still overhead, just hidden in winters’ shadows.
I do have lofty plans today. The yard needs mowing-after the debris has been cleared. It will take the afternoon to do so-but there’s no telling what treasures I will find in those hours. I am wondering what stage the french mulberry is in. The young rabbits living in the patch of loosestrife will be disturbed, as they always are, when I mow-and I will see how much they have grown when they abandon their ship! The “autumn joy” flowers from Miss Susie are blooming-right on time, this year-I will tell them they are beautiful and thank them-without a bit of shame. I will check to see if the grapes are turning when I mow back behind the barn, and if they are, I will thank them too.
I may buy chrysanthemums for the porch, if all goes well. They should get along nicely with the geraniums . This depends heavily on the lawn mower, of course. I will plan Sunday dinner today, no matter if the mower behaves poorly.
I see the loose tin on the barn through the window by the morning table-as I make plans to buy flowers. There is a door waiting to be hung, too. Sometimes the rabbit patch shows no mercy on my predicament. I declare I will downsize one day. Somewhere there is a little rabbit patch waiting, and it has my name on it. I used to be so fearful just thinking about it-but somehow the fear left me. I don’t care which rabbit patch, I end up in-it will be every bit as magical and every bit as peaceful as the one I have now. I have found beauty on the ditchbanks and in the back yard. It does not hide from a seeker. I have not had to visit the four corners corners of the earth nor be of royal descent to know that this world is not short on beauty. When the morning comes gently, I think of such things.
I will be glad for today with the autumn joy blooming and the smell of grapes ripening. I will look for the kitten that Christian has seen this week-a tiny little guy that it seems Christopher Robin has taking a shine to-and I will hear what the french mulberry is saying about September. . . and, I will thank them, too