I was grateful first thing (after sleeping in late) to see Bucky back! I’m glad he’s survived to get all grown up.Grateful to see the first Sego lily this spring, though it looks sad and lonely in this parched clay…… and even more grateful to see it has company! Some little creatures curled up sleeping in it for the night, awaiting sun’s warming rays to open their bed.I’m grateful for this silly cat, who won’t jump on a lap to save her life, but will jump up on a bench and rub on my leg; grateful that she so often accompanies us on our rambles through the forest.Grateful that the pond edge has eroded and the pond overgrown with reeds, so that when Stellar fell in again he didn’t go far. Grateful also that I saw it happen from afar as he was drinking after our morning walk, and was able to get in without falling myself, and help him out; grateful that he saw me coming, relaxed, and waited for me to extricate him. Grateful for bumblebees, and for gorgeous nasturtiums to feed them.Grateful for leftovers, and for corn tortillas to hold them, grateful for avocados and all the conditions and people across the miles that it takes to get a perfectly ripe avocado onto my ‘leftover’ taco. Grateful for homemade paprika, and for the little Yakuna savoy leaves I thinned from the patch of greens in the garden; grateful for soil and water and raised garden beds; grateful for cheese, and salmon, and beans and all the people and conditions it took to get them into my fridge and pantry; grateful for having a fridge and pantry, and the time to prepare a healthful meal. And grateful for the awareness to appreciate this lunch that will never be replicated exactly. So simple, so delicious!
Grateful that Stellar’s pond escapade didn’t hamper his ability to hunt for Biko this afternoon as the wind blew madly, and grateful for this lovely claret cup right in my own back yarden. (No, Biko isn’t in the picture, but if he were, you might not be able to recognize him anyway he is so well camouflaged. He’s under the sagebrush just beyond Stellar, who is waiting for his reward treats).
Grateful that this happened when it did, and not just a few minutes earlier. I rescued a hummingbird that got stunned hitting the south window (despite the prayer flags), and set her in a crook of this potted jade near the feeder to recuperate. I checked on her an hour later, and the tiny was perched on a limb; a few minutes later I looked again and she had flown away. A few minutes later from inside I heard CRASH! The mighty, capricious wind had blown the tree down.And then, for a brief moment, I was deliriously grateful for rain… but this is as much as we got.
You’re welcome! I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Yes! Homemade paprika. Grow the paprika peppers in your lovely garden, when ripe, either dry them, or roast and then dry them, grind, et voila! I’ve been making it for a few years. In fact, I may have some extra paprika starts if you’d like one.
Wait, what? Homemade paprika?
And thank you for this gratitude practice reminder every day.
You’re welcome! I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Yes! Homemade paprika. Grow the paprika peppers in your lovely garden, when ripe, either dry them, or roast and then dry them, grind, et voila! I’ve been making it for a few years. In fact, I may have some extra paprika starts if you’d like one.
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