Wednesday dawned clear and bright. There are people I miss terribly. And yet, with their help, it was a perfectly beautiful day.
The sun beams cast a warm light and beckoned me outside.
A tiny cherry blossom made brave appearance.
There is a golden glow on the pale fir floors and this house is a haven.
A bouquet and a book on flowers was delivered by hand - along with the message “Chere W, Happy happy. Wish I was there to celebrate or you here. xodf” The feeling is mutual!
All the day the flowers traveled with me round the house to bring cheer. Even so now as I write. I finished the book in one sitting.
And on this International Day of Random Acts of Kindness, I am on the receiving end of many as friends call, or stop by to give well wishes.
A writing corner with an optic on the boulevard is hard to beat - secluded, but not isolated. I begin to prepare for UVic class here as a woman examines a book in the book box out front. It is regularly replenished by thoughtful folks. Robert Frost might have said “Good book boxes make good neighbors.”. There are many of both in these environs.