Amazingly warm wonderful weather in the northend of San Bernardino. Narcissus alert as fragrance can be potent. Navel oranges are ready for harvest and tangerines are following quickly in their sweetness. Avocados, kumquats, and many other citrus are ripe for the picking. Rain is forecast for tomorrow afternoon clearing tomorrow night. Highs in the 70's. A slight chance of a breeze possible to keep any smog particles out of the valley. It's January.
With such a lovely day what could be better than to start with a morning walk with a friend? For me, we stroll a different neighborhood and it's evolving landscape courtesy of the ever-expanding San Manuel Casinos. What is this? Walking, talking in warm air, having breakfast and chatting? This was unheard of a few months ago in my life. I cannot express the absolute joy of this morning... thank you Barbara R for a great start to this day.
I want to mention another very exciting part of my morning - the neighborhood birds decided to bathe in the small backyard tub I placed under the dripping faucet. It was fun! It was exciting! I was entranced by their show; their tiny feet gripping the edge of the tub, balancing on the edge like olympic divers and then executing a perfect dip forward to fling water over their fuzzy featherheads and under their wingpits. A flurry of fluttering wings and feathers, chirping and squawking, I'm telling you... I couldn't have imagined a more perfect morning!
I won't bore you with the rest of the day since I did manage to get some work in BUT, the opportunity arose to sample a delicious hybrid of fruit - a cross with a grapefruit and a tangelo... an absolute delight picked straight from the tree, sectioned and handed to me on a glass plate. I felt a bit of a queen it was so delicious! These small things that happen now... that didn't or couldn't before I made a break for it... these pieces all add up to happiness. This is what I need. This is what I seek. This is what I have found since allowing those moments the opportunity to be. Yay!
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