Sometimes, the simplest things in life are the best. I know that is a cliche, but it's true.
I was sitting at my dining room table, writing a blog post this afternoon. I heard music outside my door. I went to the window and saw the ice cream truck parked on the corner of my street. What did I do? Like a little kid, I went flying through the house, searching for dollar bills. I found three. I ran across the street, right in front of an approaching car, and bought myself an M&M ice cream cookie sandwich. It was heaven.
Simple things bring light to your life.
Saint Marty is just a kid at heart. His wife would have looked at me this afternoon and said, "What, are you five years old?"
Section 23 from "Spring" in Yellow Dog Journal
by: Judith Minty
As darkness settles,
only trillium blossoms
and the bark of birch trees
hold the light.