In Simple Things, I Find Peace

After three days of gray skies and rain, glorious sunshine arrived. Nothing but blue in the heavens. The air is cool, invigorating.

The Man has gone home for a few days. I miss him, but I wanted him to go. He will enjoy the space to himself, mingle with family a bit, watch a little football, and take care of some personal business next week.

Meanwhile, I am sitting at the kitchen table and can see the wide blue yonder from here. My attention is always drawn to the towering pines that surround my parents’ home. This place has seen its share of hurricanes in the four decades Mom and Dad have owned this property. They’ve lost many a tree, and probably a dozen or more pines during the worst of storms.

But the ones I’m admiring today are not worried about tomorrow, or the next storm, or if they will still be upright in the morning. Today, they stand tall, their roots giving them strength.

I find that simple things, like studying trees, can nourish your soul and set your mind at ease.

The sliding door in the kitchen is open just enough for me to feel the sun on my skin. I hear the traffic out on the highway and wonder where the folks are traveling to on this perfect day in Southeast Texas.

On the stove, chicken is frying in a skillet, a peach cobbler bubbles in the oven, and coffee is already brewing. Daddy is moving himself about in his wheelchair, while Mother lays out fabric on the bed for her latest quilt project.

It is in the simple things that surround me here that I am renewed and refreshed, and so grateful for this wonderful life.

Thanks for stopping by and keeping me company. You're always welcome here.

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Sharing at Elaine's party today, a real treat.