Then my husband drove up into the driveway, saw me and said, Come on, I have to show you the moon! So, in my pjs and bare feet, I climbed in and we took off, drove down some side streets–
There it was. this incredible orb pinned to a starry sky, right in between two houses, just the perfect, perfect view.
It’s little things like that I cherish. Like sitting under a big chestnut tree with my mom and sisters on a lovely summer day, talking and laughing and catching up. Even if my sister and I both got tickets for parking in the street between the hours of noon and four on trash day.
But the ticket was only ten bucks, and for that, I’m grateful.
I’m grateful for other things, too. Like the young six-point buck that crossed in front of my van before bounding over a culvert and into the woods.
Like my sweet kitty Max, sitting on the rocker, patiently waiting for me to give him a ride.
Like sharing a virtual coffee every morning with my dear NYC buddy.
Like my Eastern Black Swallowtail caterpillar, attached to a stick in a coffee can, ready to slip off his skin and begin that unbelievable process of changing into a butterfly.
Like hearing mr. kk singing, or watching him cook me breakfast, or losing myself in his familiar embrace.
Little things. Reading a really good book. The rain pounding on my bedroom window. Heading out to the garden with a bucket to pick cucumbers and summer squash. Hearing the buzzsaw of cicadas on a perfect summer evening. Watching fireflies low and night-hawks high. Eating a warm tomato right off the vine.
Thinking of blessings. Possibilities. . .