Some days, it is so easy to be grateful… blue sky dappled with the kind of clouds you want to lay back, flat out on freshly cut grass and find pictures in; warmth of the sort you would wish for when off on your holiday; sun on shoulders; Summer dress floating in the breeze; folks greeting each other with smiles in the street, smiling just because. In the garden, roses are blooming, climbers are reaching higher by the day; Spring flowers, having already ended, are shedding seeds to ensure next year’s supply. On young apple trees, fruits shaded red and green are beginning to weigh down the branches and in the lanes, leaves from one side reach out to greet those on the other creating a tunnel of trees. By the river, blankets are out, baskets are open, picnics are being consumed and glasses chink “cheers”. Here’s to days and to weekends like these.
Today, I am grateful for my favourite tree. Leafless, in Winter, the shape of it seems just so perfect to me and the shadow it casts as I view it from the path by the road on sunny days is such a simple delight, yet so utterly captivating that no traffic is heard when I see it there; everything is on hold as I surrender to its uncomplicated beauty. This week, on the slow stroll through the park on my return home from dropping my boys off at school, and over the weekend too, I have watched it intently. I admire every detail that nature presents to me as I indulge in my ten minute detour of a gratitude walk; it sets me up for the day ahead. My favourite tree is one of the highlights. Leaves are starting to appear, slowly unfurling, filling in the gaps a little more each day as Spring sets in and new growth greens cover up the browns that Autumn left behind. At the weekend, the sun shone through, low in the sky as the boys and I sauntered home after an active day out of doors. We stopped for a while to capture and cherish the view. Tomorrow, it will change again. Each day different; every day something new.