My weekly exercise in gratitude, or as some of my blogging friends put it, three things that made me smile this week.
All right. I’m going to start with the best thing first, and the title, of course, gives it away. Yesterday, we took the long way home from our bike ride, driving in the car along country roads, listening to music, admiring the scenery. As we came to a large field bordering some gardens, I caught sight of four majestic birds flying overhead. They had long necks and long legs, and at first I thought they were great blue herons. But there was a group of them, and generally herons fly alone. And, the birds were brown.
“Look!” I said, but as Clif was driving, he really couldn’t look.
Then birds landed in the field, and “Stop, stop, stop!” I cried.
As Louis Pasteur observed, chance only favors the prepared mind, and in the back seat, tucked in my bike helmet, was my wee wonder of a camera. Clif duly pulled over and stopped. Out I jumped and snap, snap, snap. I had never seen such birds before, but right then I really didn’t care what they were. I just wanted to get some pictures of them, and I was successful. Because of the distance, the birds aren’t as crisp as I would like, but they are recognizable.
All right, readers. Verify my excitement. Are these sandhill cranes? If so, then joy, joy, happy, happy. I have never seen them before, and I didn’t even know they were in Maine. If these are not sandhill cranes, then what are they?
Whatever the case, those birds certainly made me smile. Wowsah, as we Mainers would say.
The next two things that made me smile are far more modest. After all, what could compete with seeing those birds?
But simple pleasures are still pleasures, and here they are.
An absolutely scrummy pizza we made with Portland Pie pizza dough, available at our local supermarket; tomatoes from my garden; basil and garlic from Farmer Kev’s; Cabot’s cheddar cheese; mozzarella; chicken sausage; and olive oil. Clif put it all together, and oh my, was it good.
Finally, the burst of color that the coleuses provide in my shady yard. No, they are not native, but I love them anyway.
Phew! What a week! I’m still agog at seeing those birds.