One of the blogs I sometimes read mentioned writing down “seven things I love.” I’m assuming that’s not a list of specific people or animals and probably a little more profound than “mint juleps.” Although, I swan, (my grandmother said “I swan”) mint juleps are pretty doggone profound. There are a lot more than seven, of course, and that’s a good thing to remember. So many more things than seven.
- That moment just before the curtain goes up on stage, or just before the conductor lifts the baton. Get ready to be transported somewhere else.
- Train whistles at 2 a.m.
- A beautiful garden in the Spring. I can’t pick a favorite flower. (But it may be an iris. Unless it’s a peony. Unless it’s a rose.) And what about herb gardens? And cottage gardens with foxglove and hollyhocks? And the colors! Purple has to be the best, unless it’s that orangey pink or the creamy white. There has to be a bench in the shade, where I can sit and listen to the birds and smell the blossoms and feel a slight breeze.
- The memory of getting up in the middle of the night in Baja California, and seeing the moon over the Pacific Ocean, in a field of a zillion stars.
- The thrill of thunder when it echoes against the mountains.
- Watching the sun pop up from the horizon like a glorious magic trick, or go back down.
- Feeling like Jacob in the Bible waking from his dream: “Surely the Lord is in this place, and I did not know it.”
What are yours?