Yesterday, after working on my new book (YES!), I planted eight strawberry plants in a special pot recommended by my aunt, Billie Wiley. The weather has been spring-like, naturally, this being Spring, changing often. It ranges from glorious sunshine to dreary drizzle, and manages to strike virtually every note in between. I’ve come to love something about each phase–the cozy, tea-by-the-fire days, the wow-let’s-plant-roses days, all of them.
Whatever the weather, I’m thinking, Today is the best day of my life. It’s the only REAL day, isn’t it? The past is a story, the future is a dream.
Today, there is rain on strawberry plants. There are two beloved cats and two priceless dogs in my household, all exerting their very different personalities. There are books to read (and write) and movies to watch and art supplies to experiment with. There is yarn to knit or crochet.
This is the day the Lord has made.
I will rejoice and be glad in it.
