A Ramble, The Moment

The wisteria outside the living room window, so green and so delicate, is being tapped on the shoulder by the first drops of rain. In some sort of natures music, the leaves are being pressed by rainy fingers as if they were keys on a piano. I strain my ears a bit, as if I could be quiet enough to hear the notes. The air is still, heavy with humidity...but when the rain comes, the air will cool some, cool dampness feels good to me. Reminds me of summer rains by the ocean side. I love the ocean, find myself longing for a walk along the gray sands of the New England coast. Smelling the salty air and feeling sand in my toes. Gulls calling over my head. The places of our childhood stay with us.
Its an gentle sort of day...the kind when time means nothing to us. I don't even know what time it is and I really don't care to know. The window fan next to me is humming as it cools my back. Its getting darker and the rain is falling at a greater rate. A car whooshes past the house, rain on the road. My windows can stay open. Emery built wisely on the addition. The roof extends quite a bit over the windows, keeping rain from coming in, unless strong wind is blowing in from the south. I like the windows open. I don't even like curtains closed, actually my living room windows have no curtains and the mini blinds are always pulled up all the way. Letting the outside reach inside. Actually now that I think about it, only my bedroom has drapes and even those are open all day long. Perhaps my curtains or lack of them, reflect a bit about me. Some psychological connection : ) Preferring to be open to new things, living spherically. Hesitating to shut out the beauty of what surrounds me. Amusing thought.
Garden and animal chores done, the rain making me feel a bit lazy. Sitting, sipping coffee on the sofa, crocheting a baby afghan, each stitch reminds me that soon our family will be blessed with another miracle. A life, new and precious, a gift to love and treasure. Another Grandbaby whose tiny fingers and toes will fill me with wonder, and who will make my heart bigger, more full of love and will grow so quickly, giggle with me, dance with me in my arms, sing the ABC's with me, sing Yiddish songs with me, make me smile, smoother me with kisses and hugs, show me the real meaning of awe and splendor, just as my children did and still do. My sweet granddaughters do all this for me now by simply being who they are. Emery will read this post and smile, feeling these feelings right along with me. We are so wealthy, so very blessed.