Buck Owens and red blooms.
Hello from dreary Vermont. What am I grateful for this afternoon? The snug, solid weight of Scout in my lap as I do my desk work. My wavy-haired, lithe teenager as we talked over breakfast muffins. The gentle, reassuring presence of my mother. The cheer of summer clothes hanging and ready to wear in my closet. The profusion of red blooms on my Easter cactus, which was a Christmas cactus, and before that a Thanksgiving cactus. My car washed and bright yellow again after its 15,000 mile service. Selecting three skeins of yarn to knit my next prayer shawl, and deciding who to make it for.
My friend Jeff’s live Saturday radio show and his tribute to Buck Owens. My cup of PG Tips tea; it cleared my head and warmed me up. An accurate, well-told news article about our family and Lyme. Family photos. An unexpected and encouraging letter from my godfather. The HGTV show Fixer Upper, which distracts me from my problems as I hang or fold the laundry in the living room. And one more: my sweet, red clock.
What are you grateful for? Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home.