Magnolia...is my mom. We chatted this morning for an hour and I was reminded again what wonderful, generous and loving parents I have. I was recently reminded in a book given to me by a dear friend that, "There are no motes or beams in God's rest." I'm grateful for two spectacularly funny parents who have always shown this very philosophy to their mouthy, sassy and irreverent daughter every chance they have.
Rain. Lightening and thunder hovers over the wee "mountains" (remember, I'm most recently from Montana, and compared to those beauties, the little Blues really are just wee ones) in the distance. The sky is my favorite Montreal color blue, and I am reminded of home.
Flooded Basement. We are affectionately calling our recently flooded basement "The Great Flood of 2012." It will be remembered as the basement flood that rivaled Noah's in the history books. If I wrote the mildew that accumulated in my basement without me knowing over two days a thank-you note, it would say,
Thanks for making me ask myself, "What is that smell?" every time I walked into the house over the last week. Your vile and putrid stench of decay was the one thing that alerted me to your presence in the basement that serves as our haven for spiders and mice--oh and our kids' playroom. Without you, all the spiders, mice and children would still be wet.
Additionally, thank you for providing the opportunity for me to clean out the spider and children haven and pass on some of their toys to others to enjoy.
Also, I'd like to thank you for making the basement rugs smell so that I could fling them over our new pergola so our house looks like a Turkish rug store. It makes me feel very exotic and international, a feeling which I always enjoy.
All my best,Lisa
So, those are my three beautiful things today.
What are yours?