I was on the beach yesterday morning, taken as always by the movement of the waves, the reflections from the tidal pools, and the shadows created by the wind-ruffled sand, but …. more of that later. This morning? Back to my backyard. Enjoyed a cup of coffee from my sundeck before the sun hit it.
It was great to sit and watch the puffs of cloud moving slowly northeast even though that probably means mixed weather later today. I couldn’t hear my stereo but I was happy with the songs of the birds in the trees. Here and there are feathery airborne tufts bearing seeds for the next generation. That’s comforting. I enjoy seeing how the meadow has returned from dry, brown stubble. I enjoy seeing the lushness of the returned foliage. I enjoy the grass which someone else tends. It occurs to me for the nth time that I’m happy to be here.