Thank you for the trees
The breeze
And my knees.
I’m an outdoor fitness walker. I usually try to walk adjacent to some woods but not in them in summer. I’m a bit too susceptible to leaf poisons so I stick to a path or pavement this time of the year. But I’ve got to have some trees very nearby.
I’m not a fan, pun intended, of Pennsylvania’s summer humidity. I respond badly to thick, still, moist air that sticks to your body like cling-wrap. It’s not a happy place, for me. So, when a nice breeze kicks up during my warm weather walks, it’s a cause to raise my arms in a Hallelujah gesture of relief, praise and delight.
My knees, containing a goodly amount of arthritis now for over a decade, are usually happy during my fitness walks. But once in a while, arthritis, likes to make its presence known. So, I’m grateful for the strong ligaments and supportive muscles surrounding my knees, oh, and for Tylenol and Ibuprofen.
Thank you for the bees
The freeze
And the tease.
My husband has raised honeybees off and on for nearly forty years and we value these critters for their multi-purposeful endeavors to support vegetation worldwide. I’ve been stung by them, with my classic grotesque reaction, a few times over the years but in all fairness, it was because I intruded into their space, not because of predatory meanness.
It’s vital to the growing season that we have a freeze. Sometimes, our Pennsylvania freezes come at what we perceive as inopportune times, but without a freeze, there would be – well, no growth, either.
Both Spring and Fall or Autumn are the tease-seasons. We get a glimpse of Summer; every Spring and we see what Winter might be like in the Autumn as well as a reminder of summer warmth. I wouldn’t have it any other way that Pennsylvania experiences all four of the ever-changing seasons. But those tease-seasons are the best.
Thank you for the ease
The sneeze
Excuse me please.
Isn’t it awesome once in a while to take a breather and experience some ease? I think a sneeze is a breather of sorts, because it clears your head of the stuffed-up accumulation of toxins that have piled up in there. Gesundheit and God Bless You.
Thank you for the keys
Remedies for fleas
And the vast, open seas.
I’m grateful for the keys that lock and unlike private spaces, secret codes, and the mysteries of the world and the heavens. Oh, but finding your keys, that’s another story altogether.
Even if it takes a comb and a container of soapy water, a rather simple yet effective procedure, we can usually get rid of those jumping-jacks from our pets, sooner or later.
As to the seas, isn’t it wonderful that since “everybody’s lookin for somethin…we can travel the world and the seven seas” along with Annie Lennox, and hopefully find, that something that we need, to fulfill our “Sweet Dreams.”
Thank you for the she’s
The he’s
All of these.
I’m cool with the different genders. We aren’t the same but complimentary. You’re good at this, I’m good at that. We go together, birds of a feather, as I reference The Pointer Sisters yet again, from “We are fam-i-ly.”
Thank you for lilies
Peas
And shopping sprees.
I couldn’t be too grateful for lilies, my favorite flower. And just like doves, the birds of peace and partnership, lilies are referenced in the Bible as representative of the tenderest of vegetation that God does not neglect in his care, how much more does he care for us mere mortals.
Have you ever eaten fresh, raw peas from the pod? You’re missing out if you haven’t. Usually sweet and delicious.
What more can be said about shopping sprees. I’m far from a shopaholic, but I do love a day once in a blue moon to “go get what I want” at a favorite store like Ross, or don’t even mention Amazon….
Thank you for The Smokies
The Rockies
And The Pyrenees.
I am a lover of mountains. Any of them, all of them will do. Driving along mountain passes is my happy place; walking in them is “Almost Heaven,” thank you John Denver.
Metaphorically I’ve climbed a lot of mountains and made it to the top. It’s a nice view.
Thank you for all of these
And please
Read this at ease.
I wrote this eclectic and random poem during a walk one day. It just sort of spewed from my soul, so it’s not even close to professionally crafted. But, as with many of my dreams, I recorded this poem on my phone’s notepad; otherwise, these things are too fleeting to capture.
There is so very much that we can complain about, bombarding us each moment of our lives – and I confess I do enough complaining for the both of us. I wanted in this column to share a collection of things I’ve been thankful for. Write your own poem of thanksgiving; you might be surprised how long your tome will be.