Chelsea naps on my lap while Maya runs after some birds who have the unbelievable nerve to try and land in our garden. I notice the deep cherry colored wave petunias in my window boxes, looking so full and vibrant as they cascade over the edges of the window box toward the patio below.
My gladiolas look so proud and pretty. They remind me of my Mom and the glads she grew against our back fence every year I take in the rest of our garden and feel a sense of accomplishment and contentment. We worked hard on it last weekend and now it looks neat and tidy.
I lean back and look at the sky, clear blue except for the white trail of a jet. I like the white against the blue sky. Where is going? I wonder. As I watch the white trail move ever so slowly across the sky, I think about the passengers, very likely in uncomfortable in too-small seats, trying to get settled, thinking about their destination.
I am glad I am not on that plane regardless of it’s final destination. At that moment I am content to be in my back yard, enjoying the warm evening, swing slowly, not looking forward, not looking backward, just enjoying the simple blessings of the evening.
What simple summer blessings have you been enjoying lately?