So crisp and sunny it is this morning, I know I must spend some time in this atmosphere enjoying the clouds that form in so many different shapes and sizes. I ride five miles …tis a long way but it gives me time to think and with a breeze so slight on my face it gives my mind a more open focus on how really lucky I am in the whole scheme of life,( only I can't see that on those dark days..)

The bunnies that decided that my home would make a nice stopping stop in their journey have giving me joy each day. You would think they had not a thought of survival for the play that they have with each other is funny in how they interact with each other. Chomping on my flowers ( they not know that those are a project in progress) then jumping around the grass I am sure soft and freshly mowed , cool in its space. Do they not have a care in the world? You would never know! Oh if life could be so easy with carefree and enjoyable days of postive thoughts and feelings. I will try to live my life for one day through their eyes. How fun!

I look and see how much work I have putting my garden together. It is most impressive to see those veggies growing and how much pride I have when they come in fruitful ways. But it is not easy. I have been shoveling mint pumie for days to incorporate to make the soil furtile and abundant. Nothing comes easy as I am aware of each day, determined I am, for tis the produce I share with the many I come in contact with. My heart becomes full. Sharing is a joy that comes easy and brings with it a feeling of complete peace. People are easy to please when giving the chance. Doesn't take much. Little things, small and insuffient. But what it gives me back is heart felt. Pride I guess is what comes into play.

All things in life that one experiences can give us hope or it can give us despair. For me it depends on who comes into that day, what they may say, or even do in the interaction. I can never guess for those times come on like a light going on and off. I can't judge that moment, I wish I could, then I could try and head it off .But I must keep in mind it is up to me to make that time be productive or unproductive. Tis hard. Then I go and sit on the front porch watch the orange sunset….the quiet peaceful sounds, birds soaring and dipping . the mother birds feeding the small ones in the houses I have for them above me.I watch my surroundings, maybe with tears in my eyes. Depending on the day. And other days a peaceful harmony. I wish as we all wish for my illness to vanish, go away, let me live my life, not perfect but just to live it in a normal way. And I could ask what is normal…..this came to me as I was thinking of this day, I hope you don't mind me sharing …….

.Walking towards a wishful dream,
By your side a crooked stream,
Above, the clouds are fluffy cream,
No longer do you want to scream.

The air it smells so sweet.
The birds go, twitter tweet.
Soft grass to place your feet.
You groove with nature's beat.

Out here, there are no cars.
Out here, there are no bars.
Nighttime brings you Venus, Mars;
Uncountable amounts of stars.

Take it all in friendly stride,
Don't ever feel you have to hide.
This is where you reach inside,
And spread your wings; feel them glide.

Your life is yours, not theirs to take.
Light a fire by the lake.
Always love, with whom you wake,
Never let your friendships break.

Always live without regret.
Don't give up, not now, not yet.
Know the future isn't set.
Appreciate what love you get.

I know that nature's trees are tall,
There's some you cannot climb at all-
Full in Spring 'til Autumn's Fall,
Covered in a winter shawl.

And as the seasons come and go,
You'll see the stream begin to grow.
Filled by your whole life you know,
Carried in the winds that blow.

Listen to the song it sings-
Love and peace is what it brings.
Sharing all the little things,
Smoothing over dents and dings.

That what living's all about.
Never fill it up with doubt.
Look real close to find this out-
Always seek the kinder route.

And you will see, my oldest friend,
This dreamy life, it has no end.
There's always more beyond the bend,
Nature's hand, a limb, to lend.