Thank You, Flower Fairies

Some days it's all about hanging in there. And about leaning heavily on those little golden things that make getting out of bed worth it.

Today's been one of those days, and this week's been one of those weeks....

That being said, I'm grateful today for Facebook friends, crisp autumn leaves, a rattie handwarmer in the front pocket of my hoodie (thank you, Max), some sunshine and exercise, a new haircut with bangs again, and the surprise this afternoon of a second heavenly-blue Morning Glory blossom at my mailbox.

I love that shabby chipped paint around my window, too....

It's a surprise because I didn't plant heavenly-blue Morning Glories. I planted Grandpa Otts Morning Glories. And this week when I needed them most, the heavenly-blues arrived in all their wonderfullness.

Thank you, morning glories.

So grateful.

And now I share them with you.
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Today's Little Treasures

Another golden day, full of 'pretty and promise.' And surprises too, apparently, as I sit down to write again for the second day in a row. Are you amazed?? I know I am....

My day began with soup -- homemade chickenwing bone broth that simmered all night as I slept. It was so fragrant to wake up to that I drank some for breakfast, standing at the back door with a hot mug of it and looking on as Tumbledown's resident chipmunk scrabbled in the messy drifts on my patio before posing sweetly for the camera.

I've yet to name him but am leaning towards Mr. Alvin Chips

 Afterwards, I penned a quick letter and walked it to the corner mailbox, taking a longer-than-necessary route. There's a house nearby that has a backyard coop, and I pass it regularly to get my 'chicken fix.' Today I found the hens enjoying a dust bath.

Such a happy surprise to see them 'out and about'

My letter safely mailed, I took a different route home again and came upon a pleasantly unkempt yard with drifts of these tiny flowers. I have no idea what they are (do you?) but I had all I could do to keep from pinching some.

Must strike up a friendship with this homeowner....

And then it was back home again to my unfinished yardwork. And just look what I found in the leaves I raked! This didn't come from my fire-pit. A fairy message sealed in flame perhaps? A sad verse. A bereavement poem. Filler on a newspaper page of obituaries. Still so beautiful and noteworthy.

The author's name's a cinder, but Henry Wadsworth Longfellow is my guess

"Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said

Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days

That are no more, and shall no more return.

Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed;

I stay a little longer, as one stays

To cover up the embers that still burn."
 
And now a glass of sun tea; gunmetal green brewed in a mason jar. I'll pour you some, too, ok? All that magickal discovery. I think we've earned it. :)
 

Love it cold, hate it hot, don't know why.

Another glorious spring day. And I hope your day's been glorious, too, my friend.

:),
...me