It’s been years since I saw a real live bluebird. But yesterday as the Crankee Yankee and I were sitting on the porch with our coffee, a bluebird sailed right into our garden. It was as if he knew how gorgeous he was; he perched on one of the pea “tee-pees,” and sang his head off. It was just as if a piece of the blue sky descended to show us how blue blue can be.
This is just one of the little miracles and pleasures we get from time to time. Honestly, it’s like finding a $20 bill on the ground. We often get so tied up in all the ‘should do,’ ‘have to,’ ‘ought to’ stuff that sometimes we miss the beauty and all the other good things all around us.
Yesterday was a gift, seeing that blue bird. Those blue feathers were truly the most beautiful blue I have ever seen.
Now that I have more time to write, to read, to pick up my ukulele and play, to garden, to dance hula again, to see friends, or to just pick up and go somewhere (with or without the Crankee Yankee)—these days are gifts as wonderful as that blue bird.