I think most people don't take a moment to just stop and look around and appreciate the beautiful days that are gifted to them. I have made a point of doing just that. I make sure I look around and notice the day, the colors, the beauty, everything. It reminds me that there is goodness and beauty in this world even if they want me to forget. We are all hyper focused on the next big story to be outraged about, to be worried about. This outrage is always calculated, does it even come from within or is it placed there? Why are we always so outraged by the things that we can't control. Why have we forgotten what makes us who we are? Why have we allowed people who don't know us to become the same people who dictate how we feel about something, and how we react to it? Why are we afraid to speak up? Why are we afraid to show our true selves? Just a few thoughts that I've been having...now on to this beautiful day.

 As I sit here on my deck, I can't help but notice the birds singing their songs of appreciation, maybe they're singing about how they've finally been given a dry day, how their nests will finally dry up. It's quiet so all of their songs are amplified. They are singing in chorus, responding to each other in song, in all of their different dialects. I wonder if birds know all of the different languages that are had by birds. Do they understand each other? 

These last few weeks of rain are clearly visible on the leaves of the flowers, and vegetables in my garden. The leaves that should be green are now tinged with yellow either from too much rain or not enough sunlight. I have to admit that because of that same rain, we have an abundance of lettuce, spinach, and collard greens that have taken this time to just grow with gusto. Many of the spring blooms are now gone, driven to the ground by the rain, wind, and unseasonable cooler days and nights. Even the trees have dropped their access baggage of dead blooms that have given way to their leaves. The flowers and plants are all standing taller and looking towards the blue skies that have been hidden for way too long. The softness beneath my feet soaking in all of the sunlight and warmth in order to dry the access moisture from all the rain. Our grass hasn't looked better, it's thick and the most wonderful shade of green.