Happy

I came up the north hill on Saturday morning when it was just starting to get a little warm, up to 40 degrees. The snow was melting in the field and 70 robins were in it, pulling worms out of the patches of bare soil. There might have been a few more, but I know there were a least 70 there, because I counted them, twice. I don't recall seing that many before.

As I crossed the field I saw a patch of deep blue in the white. It was a single mountain bluebird among the robins. The bluebird was calm about our presence and allowed me and Ben and Maggie to get withing fifteen feet before flashing its blue wings and being off.

I am getting more and more relaxed about this uncertain life, welcoming and enjoying simple beauty as I come across it unexpectedly, like a bluebird's wing.

Or the gentle touch and sweet fragrance of women on Saturday night, the wild Easter Daisy (Townsendia) I found on Sunday, and the sunrise this morning, purple to pink behind the black silohuettes of the cottonwood trees.

There are plenty of riches and destinations beyond what can be attained with my simple means, but I won't be mising them, because what I see every day is more than enough to keep a heart like mine happy.