Couple it with the promise, the merest hint at last, of cooler temperatures ahead and I am walking on air. See that lovely leaf? I picked that up on my walk today. Not in my yard. No colorful sugar maples in my yard, and don't even remind me of all the raking ahead. Right now let me live in denial.
Happiness is also the blessings of good friends.
I was reminded of much happiness during my walk today.
I am most certainly not a gardener, but fortunately others enjoy it so I benefited from some lovely flowers and lawns in the neighboring subdivision; climbing morning glories at a mailbox, a mini-garden of zinnias and almost-spent black-eyed susans, the wonderful stacked rock terrace wall that must be the result of several hours of labor. I stopped, watched and enjoyed butterflies at a large butterfly bush. [Gee. Kinda wish I'd taken the camera, huh?]
"I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself, what a wonderful world." lyrics by George Weiss / Bob Thiele