Chopping wood in the sunshine while the kittens play tag.
Watching the chickens through the kitchen window while I wash the dishes, elbow deep in suds.
The smell of woodsmoke from the range, sweetened by the hyacinths on the windowsill.
Upstairs, the older cats sprawl in patches of sunlight on the bedspread.
Snowdrops and crocuses brighten the world. There is birdsong.
Water drips from the roof. It will rain again soon.
Time for another cup of Earl Grey. Then lunch. Then off to work.
Today is unique, yet full of the familiar. Today is a day like and unlike every other day. Today is the one and only today. Just like yesterday, and tomorrow, and all the days to come...
1 comment:
comforting words.
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