Recent wisdom gleaned from the internet told me that the reason I sleep like a log is because I am grateful and content with what I have and don’t have any unfulfilled desire to have more. Ain’t it the truth? Memorial Day seems like a fine day to show gratitude in the garden.
The bumblebees and honeybees are enjoying the bounty of lavender. Even after a Hidden Valley box full of lavender was harvested there was still plenty to buzz about. In fact, I couldn’t even tell that the blossoms had been thinned. I am grateful.
I’m a fan of fruit chewy candy like gummy bears or Sour Patch Kids or jelly beans or DOTS. With boysenberries ripening each day there isn’t any desire to wander down to the local Rite Aid and pick up a chewy treat. I am grateful.
The Memorial Day weekend started with a phone call to Farmer MacGregor’s great uncle. He shared his Purple Heart earning story with me relaying his horror on Okinawa. Genealogical details were sprinkled in but he kept returning to his experience during March/April 1945. Memories of an event that happened almost 70 years ago were shared with vivid detail. I am grateful.
Furthermore, I may celebrate my gratitude with a nap on my patio swing. I am grateful.