Every day is a gift...

I don't know why, but this year I have slowed down a bit. I am taking time to literally smell the roses as it were. I still don't love to weed the garden or the flower beds much, but am taking the time to do it and enjoy the gifts that I have been given.
I found the love of the mourning dove many years ago. I love to listen to their soft cooing sounds they make while sitting atop my neighbors house. Every evening at about the same time, it comes and perchs there to sing, almost as if god himself placed it there for me to sit in my back yard and relax even if for just a moment and listen to it.
I have enjoyed my garden more this year, lovingly checking on it's progress each new day. It amazes me how much things can grow in just a 24 hour period.
I have enjoyed watching for the evening sunsets and smell the freshly cut lawns around me as the night air cools me from my sweaty daily work.
I have fun sitting on my swing as Lucy tries her best to see how many times she can roll her ball to me to throw for her until I become bored of it. Summer has finally arrived and I don't want to miss a minute of it.