This morning was charming. Last week, we woke up to zero several times; today, it’s in the 50’s. Zip and I (above) were happy to be reunited in our flower photography work. He faithfully awaited me every morning last week; I had to give him a quick scratch and go inside. He continued his work, visiting the other animals and hunting for mice, rats, and moles. We each have our job to do.
This morning, he saw alongside me as usual when I was out with my camera and taking photos of the flowers in the sunlight.
New Year’s seems like an artificial holiday for me, but it doesn’t have much meaning. Maria and I will be home. I am hopeful for 2025; I am not nearly as fearful and grim as many people I know. It’s just my feeling, a choice. I’ve never gotten the future right, and I still don’t have that skill. All I know about the coming year is that I have no idea what it will be like, and I won’t be quick to judge it.
The lesson of the past years is that we have no idea what the future will be like, except history tells us it will be nothing like we think it will be. That’s the best I can do, and I chose to be hopeful and empathetic at the same time.
I think he was staring at me through the window. I know I was staring at him.
St. Joseph says New Year’s will be wet.
This morning’s sunshine was especially beautiful.
It’s a beautiful thing to see these animals eat and to feel responsible for them.
I call it Zip’s Morning Prayer, his very thorough cleaning.
In simplifying my life, I’ve unsubscribed from most everything except your blogs which are the first thing I see in my inbox each morning. Everything you and Maria share reminds me to stay present in my life, to be grateful for small things, and appreciate the beauty that is everywhere around me all the time. Thank you!
Beautiful thank you