Today, I am thankful for an ordinary day.
Life goes on
Because of me
In spite of me.
Here's today's most interesting news:
Our friend, Tom, continues his slow recovery from his head injury, progressing in baby steps. I eagerly await his brother's phone call, announcing that Tom's awake. S bets that the first thing he'll ask is "How's my bike?" (Answer: The bike is fine and in good hands. It only sustained a broken spoke. Rob fixed it).
A Finch family finally took up residence in the wreath on our front door. Mother Finch has already laid eggs - she sits contentedly for hours on her well-built nest. We get to watch the proceedings through the front door peephole. S posted a sign so we don't use the front door: Bird. Not Larry.
My gardens flourish despite the hot, dry weather. This growing season, I have yet to deep water the front yard garden - may need to do so during the current heat wave. On a sadder note, I mourn the loss of the lovely lupines - killed by armies of horrid aphids.
T continues to shed his thick winter coat. If I collected the soft, taupe-hued fur and spun it into yarn, I'm sure I'd have enough to knit several scarves, even a sweater. Not a good idea, however. No human wants to smell like a Labrador retriever (especially a damp one).
For this blessing, I am grateful.