Gardening is peaceful to me, as it probably is to anyone who gardens. Those who don’t find calmness and pride in it probably hire landscapers. I even find picking weeds makes me happy. Although I like to be intellectual, sometimes the mindless activity of pulling weeds stimulates my mind because it can drift along with the breeze; thoughts wonder unforced and unprovoked. I do some of my best thinking hunkered down along the flower beds with dirty fingernails. Gloves just done give me the ability to snag those tiny, tricky weeds.
Yesterday, amongst my other chores, I found myself gazing at the pride of my garden, the gladiolus. They stun me each summer with their beauty and each summer I smile as I pull into the driveway or as I pull away and see their bright colors on tall stems. For the time in between, I’m sure a dog walker or two can appreciate them, but otherwise they complete their short cycle of blooming beauty and whither during the high heat of July, generally ignored and unappreciated.
I decided to cut some and enjoy them in the main area of the house and I can’t tell you how many times I stopped to smile at the arrangement as I walked by this weekend. For someone who loves nature so much, I’m not sure why I hadn’t started to bring the outside in a long time ago. Maybe I felt bad cutting the plants up, but they will certainly be enjoyed in here more. After all, bouquets aren’t grown in a vase, the flowers all grow in dirt somewhere.
I feel like my posts tend to alternate between longing (teetering on whiney) and dorky ideas. I don’t do this on purpose, but maybe writing down things that bother me are effective enough that the following day I can look past them, at least temporarily, to see the beauty and pleasure in other things.
I sat here smiling as my pug and my husband snore next to me; (I mean, no honey, you don’t snore). I thought about how lucky I am to find joy in simple things. In no particular order, these are things that make me happy. I welcome what simple things make you happy; there is always room to add to the list.
Tea, in a teacup with saucer and perfectly sweetened. On a regular day, I drink tea unsweetened at work, just throwing a tea bag into the cleanest mug I have within reach. (It just feels that way, don’t worry, I wash them.) I’ve tried to perfect a perfect pot of tea; I can’t seem to do it like my Mom does, and so I make mine by the cup. I go in phases with what type I’m in the mood for and lately rooibos wins. Still, I wish I gave myself a moment to sit down and absorb just a moment of sunlight and a few minutes to drink tea each morning. At the very least, I take a moment to think about the little sayings on my tea bags. I started to save them at my desk because they are generally uplifting and every corporate cubicle can use random positivity. Geez, now I sound like a hoarding Pollyanna.
Hot buttered toast and dipping it in hot chocolate. Mmm. I think I’m hungry. Maybe I’m missing my Mom. She’d make this for me when I was little, because her Mom did the same. It came up in conversation before she passed that my Great-Grandmom used to get this when she was a kid from her Mom too. I suppose it’s a traditional treat then. The hot chocolate must be hot and so must the bread, and it should be white bread. If you’re going to do this, you might as well go all out and use the soft white bread. One day without wheat bread won’t kill you, but it might be the real butter that I suggest you use. I know I’ve missed the boat to suggest this part, but it is particularly good on a colder morning. We still have some of these left.
Early morning. Though I have my favorites, Oscar prefers oatmeal.
Hanging clothes on the line. Laundry chores are annoying but necessary. I think this makes me happy because it has to be a beautiful day for this chore to be feasible, and that itself is a reason to smile. There is just something calming about pinning sheets up in a gentle breeze on a warm and sunny day. Just don’t step in dog poo while you trek through the yard, it certainly takes away from the calming experience. Continue reading →
Journeys come in many shapes and sizes. I actually have a niece named Journie, but I won’t be posting pictures of her today. I thought about posting pictures of the band to be funny, but I’ve yet to see them. I do love the Statefarm commercial when those two guys have a “Journey moment” though.
It’s already three hours after Saturday has ended but I’m trying to hold up my end of my daily posting plan and feeling annoyed because I’m having trouble finding anything but literal pictures of traveling or journeying (if that is a word). There have been many emotional and transitional journeys made over the last few, no, over the span of life that we can remember.
Instead, I’ve found a picture that was taken out of fun with one of my greatest friends. I was trying to capture what it’s like to be his passenger, but it really does depict how I feel inside as I journey through life and try to decide what is best for me, not as just an individual, but also as an “us” with my husband. I often get complimented on how calm and peaceful I appear during hard times. I don’t believe I actually attempt to cover up my true feelings, but I am good at remaining physically calm while inside I’m reacting more like this photo – capture by cellphone by the way. Obviously, this is was not taken with the intention of sharing at the time.
The way I feel inside as I journey through life.
For those of you who love to scroll through and see photos however, I’ve thrown a couple literal ones in the mix for fun.