As I've checked in and out of things all day, I've been so moved by how much joy and happiness there is. So beautiful.
In the light of that, I worked a little on my poem, then dashed out to pick up some grandkids. We went to a garden shop and bought wee plants and tiny creatures for fairy gardens:
|thanks to my daughter for this picture.|
I think I might need a fairy garden.
After that, I went to work out for the first time in several days, because of the previous sick. It felt amazing. Also, when I got home, my muscles were literally trembling. So I made myself a Havarti, tomato and basil sandwich with a little olive oil on the bread and lo! that is a damn good sandwich, you guys.
I called another part-time faculty member to see if he wanted to join the team. He had questions. I was still high off my Havarti, tomato and basil sandwich, so I answered said questions cheerfully.
A couple of different times today when I was outside, I found myself near plantings humming with bees--my lavender, the lemon balm, the thyme that is decidedly outdoing the lawn in certain places. I saw a beautiful butterfly, yellow and black, flit from my yard to the next door neighbor's. And there was this beautiful little moth:
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So, you know, between all the joy-crying, intermittent but all day long, from the great news of the day, and the tiny gardens and their tiny denizens, and the small children I planted them with, the humming bees, plus the delicious sandwich as a minor yet not insignificant bonus, I feel solidly happy. Well, actually--happy without alloy.