Hummingbirds coming to the feeder on the deck in the early morning.
Dry laundry brought in from the line outside- stiff and reminding me of childhood.
Listening to old recordings of Matt and Zack playing songs together.
Having time just to sit and be.
12 miles on the bike-path, almost to Elyria.
Responses to my church profile from places near and far
The sounds of Cardinals’ ecstatic chirping from the grapevines on the deck
Looking forward to the River’s Edge silent retreat I begin on Thursday
Quiet evenings, computer and knitting and books
The quiet purrrrr of Jub Jub, next to me on the couch
Grandkids who never cease to amaze me