What a difference a day makes!

I almost bounced out of bed this morning and if I could whistle, I would have.  And what was that difference?  It really wasn’t the weather, though it was sunny and the temperature was still on the minus side.  There was no wind though.  Maybe that was it.

But perhaps it could be that I reframed how I saw my world.  It was a conscious effort on my part.  It really wasn’t much fun being restless, quirky and anxious like I was.  I wasted energy I could not afford.  But I accepted that which I could not change at the time.  I stored and catalogued my experience for future reference.

I found that tiger and put it in my tank and headed out with Sheba for our walk before 9 am.  The morning sunlight warmed our faces.   The trees stood proud and magnificent, stretching out their bare arms to greet the day. What joy it was to see their naked beauty.  And I am reminded again to change the lens I see through from time to time.  There is beauty all around us – all the time.

Energized and inspired, I took advantage of the space and time I found myself and tended to my yard and garden, one little area at a time.  There was pleasure in each moment, the clearing of leaves and winter’s debris.

The rose bush got pruned, one flower bed cleaned and the garden dug.

The rest of the yard still looks like hell, as my neighbour was fond of saying.  Who cares and whose yard was it anyways?  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  Sheba thinks it looks just fine.  And that’s what counts!