And besides that, meeting them gave me an opportunity to be even more grateful for this place where I live which is a sort of paradise, even with the funkiness, the chicken poop, the not-to-be-denied state of things around here which could be kindly described as "lived in."
I have often said that this old house is my dream house and I'm not joking. It offers such solace to me, such a feeling of stability and of comfort and even of stately, if faded, beauty.
I am proud of that and more than proud- I am so damn happy every day that not only do I get to live here but that I get to reap the benefits of it all.
So to live here in a house which has sheltered so many lives for so many years and where the things I have planted are beautiful and responsive to my care and which provide us with food and with flowers and with a peaceful and graceful place to be is a sort of miracle. To have grandchildren who love to visit and who have an entire history since birth of being happy here is another.
And today I got to share some of that with two new friends and I was glad.
On my walk this morning I took this picture:
And I do. My blessing is all of the blessings.
And I know how boring I am, talking about this stuff so often.
But I tell you- I am struck with wonder about it all every day.
Every day of my life.
I'll find something to bitch about tomorrow. I promise. The possibilities are endless.