Thursday, April 30, 2015

Outrageously Happy

I am being rained upon by olive blossoms— something I didn’t know existed, until last summer when I set up my lovely patio seating under the olive trees (with kilims, rugs, and spotted cat).

My bread is rising for its baking tomorrow—lemon zest and rosemary, the classic recipe.  And so my hands are fragrant with both, from zesting and chopping, and our dreams will rise yeasted with the linen-covered bread bowl on the bedroom floor (the temperature less problematic there).

The deep red roses grace the orchard to the left of the cottage, the little lime tree grows taller each day against the fence, and quails are calling in the distance to my right.  The strand of gorgeous new silk birds hangs on a branch near me, a plane passes over the house, headed to unknown destinations, and all is blissful in my peaceful home world.  I’m reminded of the old Peanuts cartoon I saw again this week—
“What do you think you’d like to be when you grow up, Linus?” 
“Outrageously happy!”
And now a ruby-throated hummingbird has just come to the red geranium, a flower pilgrim, a tiny djin granting that wish.

image:  Christie B. Cochrell, Bird Bell Tota

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