Such a gift 50 degrees was today, and so, so bright. Outside on the back porch after I’d done a ball, blanket and strap inventory out of the barn yard doors of the Mini Cooper, I looked up and spied a ton of branches birthing leaves. The sky sparkled and even as the trees clicked and clacked with the gentle breeze, it was the Robins chattering away that truly caught my attention.
Bevie was setting up the new elevated bed for our garden. We talked about watermelon and I remembered a story about Laura Ingalls and a fever and eating the pink fleshed fruit, that made us both laugh. “You know when Pa said he was going into town it was Mankato, right?” We both kind of laughed again, realizing that our lives, in spite of these incongruous twists and turns, were actually manifesting way better than we had imagined.
Gratitude reveals itself in these impossibly irregular, infinitesimal ways, in complete opposite, oftentimes, to the magic mystery tour that loops inside my mind. Reality used to frustrate the hell out of me. “Whose life is this?” I would ask myself, wondering when the local news channel would be calling so I could be featured as the first person in the world who could actually prove she was living someone else’s existence. I’m pulled back by Bevie, showing me where she thinks the best place will be to plant the garlic.
Danielle, my gifted business partner texts with yet another awesome design for our Summer Promotion. I sip on a late afternoon glass of Chardonnay, the sun sweeping low on the western horizon. “Should we have the Panang Shrimp Curry with the Pad Thai?”, Bevie asks. I nod, seduced by the gentle warmth, the tartness of Spring all around me, incandescent, sharp, alive.