On my way to letting the dogs out this morning, I smash my toes against my husband’s weights in the kitchen, my hand hits the counter hard, objects fly as I try to prevent myself from smashing head first into the back door.
Whew!
‘I think I’m awake’, I curse, through gritted teeth. Getting coffee and breakfast, I am fumbling and dropping things and I think to myself. Is this the kind of day it’s going to be?
Then I look out the window, on a grey soggy morning, and there I spot a little squirrel backside and tail sticking up through a pile of leaves, pine cones and winter debris, my husband has raked up in the garden. This little black squirrel is so cute bottom side up searching for lost treasures, that he warms my heart and makes me smile.
No, I decide … this is the kind of day it is going to be.
While I make my breakfast oats, I think about my husband. He has gone to work already, and yesterday I was feeling like we have not seen enough of each other in days. Then, unexpectedly last night he comes home early ( possibly feeling the same) so that we have a chance to connect, and my spirits are instantly soothed.
My breakfast this morning is lovely, the coffee is ready, and my husband has introduced me to something new to add to the comfort of a warm bowl of oatmeal, chopped rolled dates in toasted coconut. Not something I ever expected to see him fancy, but it is deliciously sweet and comforts me in feeling like we are sharing something beautiful – even when we are in different places.
As I go up the stairs for my shower, passing the window I stop to notice the buds growing on the lilac, and I say out loud, as much to the world as to myself – ‘now that’s something Wonderful too!’
Sitting in my chair, movement catches my eye and I watch a pair of grey squirrels playfully chase each other up and down and around the snowball bush. Grinning I can hear the voice of Friend Owl from Bambi.. “Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime.” , and I am sure this is true.. perhaps I am feeling it too!
Looking up at the sort of dismal looking sky, just a soaring greyish white, my eyes come to rest on the tiniest little crab apple still clinging to the tree. Smaller than the tip of my baby finger, and what a glorious sight to my eyes. All winter long it has managed to hold on right there, not to have followed the crowd by falling to the ground. Not to have made itself too enticing as to be gathered up by a hungry squirrel or pecked away at by the birds. Just hanging there, silently adorning it’s branch and the rest of the bare tree. Just waiting it seems, for me to notice, and to be honoured by it’s presence. And most assuredly, I am.
Once again I smile to myself, nod my head in recognition, bring my hands to my heart, breathe deeply in gratitude, and say, to the world – ‘Yes, this is the kind of day it is going to be … and Thank you, for all of this ♥
that kind of day …
