Gratitude

I know you’ve heard me say it before.  But it bears repeating.

Gratitude IS the attitude. 

I got up this morning being so glad I didn’t have to go anywhere. I buzzed around, picking up the kitchen, when I noticed how grungy my silverware drawer looked.

Sure, I’ve noticed it before today, but today was the day. I emptied it, cleaned it, and threw  out half the stuff.

It felt great.

Then Naya and I walked 4 miles.  My body is desperately trying to hold on to this last 10 lbs, and I am just as adamant that it’s going.

Then I came in and cleaned the inside porch.

It was on my list of annoying things.

But on my walk, I was thinking about how I’ve been whining about the heat.  I do dislike it, truth.

But then I started listing the things I actually like about summer, the things I’ll miss when it’s over.

I’ll miss my day lilies.  They really are stunning.

I’ll miss lightning bugs, watching them at night from my bedroom window.

I’ll miss cucumbers straight from the garden, and oh, the tomatoes.....love the tomatoes.

I’ll miss fresh corn on the cob.

I love all the night sounds, when the nights are cool enough to leave the windows open.

I’ll miss the sounds of birds that fill the trees around this old house.

And cold, fresh melons.

I love sitting on my screen porch listening to the wind chimes on a breezy summer day.

It’s not all bad, and I’m trying to be grateful for the things I do like about it.  There are quite a few more than I realized.

Bales of hay in the field.

Eating Mexican on a table on the sidewalk downtown.

Zinnias, globe thistles, hydrangeas.

A bevy of very loud motorcycles just went by.

NOT on my list.

But soon fall will be here, and as much as I love fall, it won’t be here long enough.

Thank goodness, there’s a Loom for that.