In a world with global warming, Covid, war, bullying…my love and I live in the mountains, enjoy each other and try not to think too much…
The autumn color is awe-inspiring. My flower boxes against the golden aspen can’t be ignored.
Simple pleasures – like a picnic with a view, are always the best
Walking the mountains is balm for our soul. How are you coping?
Awwww inside the wrapping form my dark chocolate after lunch today
Hope, our border collie is an inspiration with her exuberance in being alive!
Elsa…sweet Elsa, my 9-year-old charge with Joy looking on – we were going on a walk and the swing got us sidetracked because there’s no pressing schedule. Children are great for being in the moment – thinking only about what is here and now: a colorful leaf, flower, butterfly, swing…
My gratitude jar with flowers from our garden – when I am especially inspired / grateful, I write it down and put it in the jar. On New Year’s Eve I read the entries aloud to my husband and we talk and remember the joys of the year.
We are so grateful for our good health and living in the mountains…my husband of 45 years…our ability to walk, run, eat, laugh and live life to the fullest is everything. There is so much more to be grateful for than the petty little annoyances that crop up on a daily basis with aches and pains. Life is good and we feel blessed. Seriously, try not to think too much.
My sweet husband often asked at the end of a day: did we do any good today? Being a blessing with Elsa, sending our 3-year-old grandson Soul a package and note about the importance of good thoughts at bedtime – with small stones from the river where we played this summer, a letter to friends having a challenging time, my husband’s helping with the celebration of the church service, volunteering in our community, loving each other, these blog posts…we try.
So much of celebrating life is found in the simple pleasures of our days – the magic of ordinary days
What’s most important to you? How do you gage a good day?
“The most precious gift we can give one another is letting them know they matter.” Julie A R Stephens