I loved the Laura Ingalls Wilder books. I can see vividly the wagons and the paths they carved as they rolled across the prairie. Some ruts can be cozy and comforting.
Don't get me wrong, I am always up for the unexpected car ride or walk in the park but for the most part, I find comfort in little day to day patterns, the assurance that Molly will wake me up with a gentle lick and Vegas will gently roll her head into my thighs for the morning ear rub.
I find the quiet moments of life often the most rewarding. There is a new bird bath that is fairly overflowing from all the recent rain. There are six bird feeders, one suet feeder and one bird bath in our small yard. Bird feeders may seem like a cruel joke to someone with two bird dogs but birds and dogs seem to live in peace for the most part.
Tonight I will sit on the back step of my little red brick patio and watch the sparrows and cardinals delight with the fruit and nut feed. Vegas will roll in the dirt and wait for Lily the cat. Molly will eat the bird seed that falls to the ground. We will be content and at peace.
Tonight I hope your peaceful place finds you.
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Gary game home from his physical today and said we were joining Weight Watchers again. So we both found our peaceful places in one final piece of chocolate cream pie (thanks to Lori Katz). The other three-fourths of the pie has been relegated to the back of the garage freezer. I knew this was coming because I spent a wad of money last night on a new pair of jeans.
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