Instead of letting the gray invade my very soul today, I am concentrating on what all of this gentle rain is doing for my garden. On my way to drive my daughters to their schools, I imagined the grateful conversations of the flowers and grass. (This is VASTLY different from hearing voices in one's head. No. Really. I don't actually think the shrubbery talks--I was just imagining what it would say if it COULD. See, not crazy.) (Much.)
Isn't it amazing how one's mindset determines so much of the day's outcome? On days like today, nothing can keep me down. On other days that may look exactly the same as today, I find it hard to get out of bed and every single raindrop is an annoyance. I think the trick may be figuring out how to get to this mindset ON PURPOSE.
Ha, I was feeling old yesterday because I got excited that all the ferns I transplanted last fall survived the winter and are starting to grow. I need to look at that differently I guess.
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