1. Morning shadows across the old boards
2. Jam piled high on the toast
3. Cry of blue jay from high in the spruce
I liked the idea, so I’ve begun a list of my own. What I’m discovering is that it isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I’ve always consider myself to be a rather grateful person, but the gratitudes just aren’t flowing from me. Where are they stuck? Am I blasé about all the blessings in my life? Maybe I take them for granted? Anyway, here’s number one and number eight.
1. Mom’s last words
8. Purple finch at the feeder
I’ll keep working on it.