Yesterday at 9:00 p.m. I received a phone call. It was Jean, my eighty-something- year-old neighbor. She said my refrigerator door was open. Now those of you who read my January post "Flying Oranges" will remember Jean. I trotted into the kitchen and sure enough, the door was wide open and no one was in sight. I had no idea Jean could see our refrigerator from her back porch...but good thing she can!
It seems like the men in this house are going through a stage where they don't want to close anything. They leave the cupboards open, the cookies open, the dresser drawers open and sometimes even the bathroom door open. (while occupied)
Back to the subject of Jean. Here is a shot of her Camellia bush. Our whole city is blooming with Camellias!
This evening, while I was making dinner, I had the sudden urge to go outside before it became completely dark. I turned the sauteing onions to low and headed toward our back yard. I stood for a few minutes in the last glow of light. A pink stripe threaded along the western sky. I thanked God for the day. I tried to remember some good things that happened today. Just little things here and there. Like the smiles on my first grade students' faces as they made Valentine cards for their moms.
Another nice thing is my husband. He keeps interrupting me and asking me to come out and hear what he is writing. He's a composer and is working on some music for a DVD. It's kind of classical/olympic music. It's beautiful.
So if this post is a little disjointed I'll blame it on him. Have a great evening. Don't go to bed at night without thinking of some good things about the day---no matter how small!