greenstorm | Devotions

I'm grateful that I can run into someone in the grocery store and get stuck in a conversation about gardening so that I have to let folks past me in line because otherwise I'll hold up the line.

I'm grateful for girls who seem flirty.

I'm grateful for the inexorable roll of the seasons, for the way the sun is already setting and it's only barely 10pm, for that huge swing in environment.

I'm grateful to have two different soils to play in, or really three, or even four depending, in my gardens.

I'm grateful for the way photographs can evoke memory that would otherwise be lost.

I'm grateful for how soft my cat is.

I'm grateful for activity partners.

I'm grateful to live in a situation where I can just make cookie dough if I want to, and probably then give those cookies away if I want to do that.

I'm grateful for how fast my corn is growing.

I'm grateful I could get my potatoes in the "ground"

I'm grateful to have 4 cord of birch laid in, with the option for 2 more this fall if I can afford it. The beetle pine is going away after fifteen years of making things easy and it's getting to be the time we need to think about seasoning wood and figuring out wood types again.

I'm grateful that I find the little sloshing swishing sound of my dishwasher so relaxing.

I'm grateful someone strung up a clothes drying line on this house before I got here, and for how quickly my heavy blankets dry in this weather, and that I can give all my bedding a good couple days of sunshine twice a year.

I'm grateful for throughbreezes.

I'm grateful that when Avallu is anxious he's learning to come to me, to go inside, and to ask for hugs.

I'm grateful for the adaptability of skin, how it can put together a protective tan like magic.

I'm grateful for the newly-sown gaspe peeking up already.

I'm grateful to be present with myself, right now, inside my own mind.

I am again grateful for the shower I'm about to have, and how lovely it will feel to be unstickied and clean and in bed.