Tess and I weeded Rosebud Park today. Tied up a sagging clematis. Cleaned up and brushed off the rock wall. Swept the porch and rock paths. The front yard beckons friends to come in and visit again.
We all gathered around the front porch swing when Craig came home. Laughed and shared bits and pieces of our lives.
He busted out the BBQ for our first home grilled ranch burgers of the season.
We took Maggie on a walk around the airport trail. She is obeying the 'to heal' command well, without a lead. It hailed between sunshine bursts.
We picked up some debris the wind had scattered while Craig got car license renewal tags put on. And tires rotated ~ for one of his princesses. A gift.
Brita grocery shopped for me, taking a huge weight off my shoulders. A gift.
We saw an eagle circling as we took our walk. Three early hummingbirds found winter at a still empty bottle. I quickly made a fresh batch of nectar and cleaned the feeder. I hope to see them tomorrow, sipping. Two yellow finches shyly took a bath in the bird bath while a fat robin tried to bully them away.
I took a couple books to the porch swing several different times today. They stayed open, but face down while I let my mind drift. Swinging a gentle rhythm.
This is it: Common. Ordinary. Simple. Sweet. Regular. Unremarkable.
I'm ready to set the sponge for fresh bread tomorrow. It will work magic while I sleep, full of peace and contentment.
What I haven't mentioned yet is the black cloud. It wasn't a rain cloud. I woke with this cloud/kite of despondency hanging over me this morning. It was dripping yuck all over. I let loose the kite string handle and it careened off in the distance. Since it lacked a proper tail, it must have had a crash landing.
Instead of me.
Bad beginnings often have good endings.