It is Friday and time to enjoy VikLit ‘s blog hop that highlights small celebrations, the things that we tend to ignore unless something or someone joggles our elbows and says, LOOK!
Today I am celebrating not only the end of the work week (though the fact that I have work during these difficult times is a celebration in itself) but also the fact that Ye Olde Wizzardes Who Thinke They Hath Ye Means To Foretell Ye Weather are predicting a cooler weekend.
My dog won’t sit around and pant so much, I can pull a blanket up to my shoulder, and I can even wear a bathrobe, which for me is a necessity, whether or not I will roast in it.
I hope they are right.
What are you celebrating? Why don’t you join us? The link is below!
Welcome to Friday! This post is part of the blog hop that Vikki at VikLit thought of well over a year ago.
Here we pause to celebrate the small things that together make our lives richer.
The hop is still open if you want to join, and it has drawn a wonderful group that posts, remembers, celebrates and just generally supports and cheers you on.
Today I am celebrating one of summer’s perennial surprises. You know: the sort of joy that you forget from year to year, making each new encounter seem as though it is the first. This always comes as a surprise to me, and it sifts down in several ways to make it memorable each time I encounter it.
I am speaking of what we call ‘fireflies’.
They are modest little things, sober-colored insects with that splash of red. There always comes a point in late spring when I step outside, gaze up a hill in the deepening twilight, and see, like a handful of stars thrown on the hillside, flickering points of golden light, drifting in the light breeze, rising up into the tree tops.
When visiting my grandmother in Vermont (far northeast United States for those who are not from North America) I can remember driving back from getting ice cream and watching, enthralled, as the forests seemed to flicker with light.
Just two nights ago, one of them was perched on my window screen. I fell asleep to the gentle, flickering glow.
This weekend, the sporadic showers and the mosquitoes willing, I will be sitting on my porch and watching them against the stars.
How about you? What are you celebrating?
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It is Friday again, a week has passed quickly and I am once again, courtesy of VikLit’s thoughtfulness and that of the others on this blog hop, thinking of reasons to count my blessings and smile.
I’m grateful for memories of:
sand all over my feet
squabbling in the car
riding with my head out the window
catching waves as they come in
watching my baby brother toddle to the edge of the wave and plunk himself down, diaper and all
swimming all day
having suntan lotion smeared over my back
listening to the seagulls
All the sounds that, to me, signified Saturday in the summer. Since my family was living in Hawaii at the time I am remembering, the ocean is the color of an opal…
We all need to count our blessings and celebrate our achievements or joys – why don’t you join us? Here’s the linky – sign on!http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=179014