Sometimes . . . .

Sometimes when I am out in the rain, I tilt my head up to the sky and open my mouth so that I can taste it.   It always tastes metallic.  It has ever been so, since I was a child.  It's nice to sometimes just stand in the rain and drink it all in, instead of trying to get out of it as quickly as you can . . .



Sometimes when Mitzie is laying on the sofa being all cute and cuddly I cannot resist laying down next to her and snuffling her.   Her paws smell like popcorn and her belly is all soft and warm.  Puppy dog cuddles are the best.



Sometimes all we have for supper is bread and jam, and we eat it and enjoy it every bit as much as we would if we were having a nice steak with all the trimmings.  In fact we may even enjoy it more.   Sticky fingers to lick and bread crumbs on the plate to pick up one by one with a damp peter pointer.  Feasting on bread and jam . . .



Sometimes I feel a bit selfish when I feed the birds because I don't do it so much because I know they are hungry and need to eat, but I do it because of all the things that they bring to me . . .  their beauty and their song and the way they dance upon the rose arbour  and flit along the top of the grass.   Seeing their little heads popping out of the hedge each morning to greet the morning sunrise . . .  makes my heart swell so that I think it might burst with joy . . .



Sometimes I crouch down really low and count the drops of dew upon the blades of grass in the garden, and when I do I feel as if I am in a magical kingdom that is preserved for only I, and I am the Queen of it and the dew drops are singing . . .



Sometimes Todd gets annoyed with me because I take too long grocery shopping . . . because I have to smell each tomato and enjoy that green smell, or because I have to thunk the melons and smell them too . . .  or because I am breathing in the apples or weighing each lemon in my hand to find the one which is heaviest . . .



Sometimes I look at this man God gave me and my heart aches because it is so filled with love for him . . .  so much so that it cannot contain it all, and I wonder what I ever did to get so lucky . . . and feel so blessed.



Sometimes when I look at the light which filters through our bedroom curtains, I feel as if I am about to go to a magical place and my heart gets all "oh my giddy aunt" . . . life is just so good.



Sometimes I count petals and see the face of God in each and every one . . .  and I rejoice in His presence., and I am grateful for the eyes of my heart . . .



And the gift of being able to see with them . . .




Yesterday I got some painting time in and this is what I came up with.   Todd thinks I am getting better with each picture that I do.  I only know that when I am closeted in my craft room and faced with a blank page . . .  I never know what it going to come out, but am always delighted when I see what appears . . .

A thought to carry with you through today . . . .


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If you've never been thrilled to the very edges
of your soul by a flower in spring bloom,
⋱¸¸.·´¯`♥ maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
 ~ Audra Foveo¸.✿´´¯`•.¸¸. ི♥ྀ.  

 

Baking in The English Kitchen today  . . . .  Squidgy Gingerbread Cake . . .  seriously good.

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Have a wonderful Saturday!