Gratitude

Every morning when I toddle off to the kitchen to refill the cup my husband places at my bedside (yes, I'm spoiled, I know) as he leaves for work, I open the living room blinds to reveal what face the bay is wearing today. Today the water was ruffled and the trees at the park were waving their branches. Something about the changing weather fascinates me...


We've had a run of warm, sunny days lately, something we don't take for granted here. I admit, I do love these August summer days before the leaves begin to change. The garden bordering my deck has flourished, offering lettuce, tomatoes and the occasional strawberry for the persistent seeker.
The sunflowers planted by the birds have done well this year and Rocky hopes I remember to refill the feeders for his daily amusement. He has seen a variety of unsual visitors on the deck rail this year among the songbirds: a couple of crows, a pigeon or two and the odd seagull who dwarfed him into stillness...
Once the coffee does it's job and my journal meditation is finished, I settle at the bright red drawing table, a long ago gift from my friend, Theresa, and begin the day's adventures in art. Life is good.

Thank you for stopping by today. May you find a bit of gratitude floating through your day's meander.