When first I step out, the air
smells
a most comforting scent, of hot summer air
and…
the lake
think this to be a memory scent
from my childhood
and my children’s childhood,
as I don’t live by a lake
but certainly spent many, many summers
there
it’s a beautiful sort of scent
and I love it, as a morning scent
I close my eyes and
breathe in
deep
the air this morning is again
quite humid
and the closest I come to the water
of course, is our pond
where instead of a gentle rock of the waves
I appreciate almost as much,
the stillness
a few steps further, and I am
under
the most gorgeous blue sky
full of clouds
the puffy cotton ball kind
that look to form a very soft and comforting
blanket
of
care
I can tell you, I love this
looking up from here, in the centre
of the garden
everything is wide open
the sky is vast and it looks…
to go on
forever
(now that’s my kind of comfort)
while the dogs play at my feet
I stretch myself up,
pull down a few wisps of cloud
fill both hands to
full
and wrap myself
in
kindness
words are swirling
a bit like birds in a cartoon
having hit one’s head
yet I hesitate to get them down
how affection feels
when it comes at precisely
the right time
and where to report it
when it is
sorely
lacking
and so,
what is it… makes conversations
so
hard
mid-morning while I am sitting
a lovely hummingbird comes to light
at the flowers above my head
a little later,
beside me, I bring into focus
the first monarch, I have seen
yet this season
on the joe pye weed
with no camera at hand, instead
I
sit
and
just
watch
while I am reading
the loud clear call of the cicada
I close my eyes and
smile wide…
there you are
a pretty large bumble
lands on my foot and walks
across my toes
lingers for a bit, until
the grey moves in
and
drops of rain begin
to appear
on my book
late in the day,
number two son stops in
for a visit
topping off a beautiful day
and I think just now
to
sit for a time, and
to count
each simple blessing
of
comfort
in a day
I wish you well my friends
and all the great comforts
of love
to surround you ♥
