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Wow, my friend Maili wrote about my journey on her blog, The Maili Files. She is a wonderful chef, a dedicated mom and a gifted writer.
As I read what she wrote about me, I could feel my heart increasing in size, like the Grinch when he hears the Whos in Whoville sing their song even after he stole all of their Christmas presents.
Well, I didn’t get my presents stolen but I have been, as she wrote, putting one foot in front of the other on this wonderful journey that I embarked upon when I bought a farmhouse, sight unseen, straight from a post on Facebook.
This is just a brief note of gratitude to Maili for following my journey and cheerleading me every step of the way.
I will, of course, return the favor and write about her journey (we are all on a journey) but it may take a bit, she is such a delicious morsel of a human that I want to get it just right.
She admits that she attempted to write about me for a few months and spent the whole day sequestered (in her pjs…shhhhhh) to get it just right. And she did. She got it just right.
So that sound you hear? Its the birds signing in the trees and baby green leaves unfurling and my heart growing three sizes on this gorgeous spring day.
Did you see that video…
Where someone smiles at a stranger and that stranger smiles at another stranger and that stranger helps an old man across the street and that old man smiles at a mother and her baby and…it gives you a glimpse at how the world goes round when one person sees another, gives them a kind moment?
Well, this morning I was watching Chevy and Plato in the fresh snow, it was pristine and quiet until the snow plow went thundering by so I waved and the driver honked.
Later, inside the house, the dogs were barking so I looked outside and there was the snowplow parked in the middle of co.hwy. 19…the driver was at my mailbox, apparently he had knocked my mailbox off with the plow, as snow plow drivers famously do, and had come back expressly to fix it.
I can’t help but think it was that little wave in the morning that brought that next scene to life.
“To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.” ~George Santayana