breathe

What....
pray tell...
are these children looking at?what can they be anticipating with such serious countenance?
aaaaaaah!

You know those days -
those Utterly Perfect sort of dayswhen nothing special happens
but as you live and breathe
and love
and play
and grow
and Be
you can't help but think
Wow. Life is so good.
Is there anything better than this?

And the children say
let's plant the garden! And let's throw down the grass seed!
And you make a picnic lunch
while one of them spreads the blanket on the so-spectacularly-green grass.
And when lunch has been had you toss down some seed. And some peat.
And try to not feel too guilty about grass, because you are , after all, growing food in your front yard, too.
Watermelon next to the daisies. Spinach mixed in with the irises. Blackberries along the front fence. Raspberries by the gate.Then you ask Who wants to help hang laundry on the line
and Little Honeypot says she does.

And you can feel yourself melding and breathing into the day.
And relaxing.
And growing.

And the breeze kicks up again, stirring the windchimes, and you happen to glance over at the linens on the line,
the wicker basket shines in the sun, the grass glows in a mottled pattern through the fruit tree-filtered sunshine, the dog stretches next to the basket, the big wheel and the bouncy ball glow like fire again,
and all you can think
is
This.
This simple scene.
This is my enchantment.
Life is so good.