While I try to write in my journal every day, the truth remains that I don’t even write in it every week. Today I was especially grateful for a plastic canister full of sugar that didn’t break when it crashed onto the floor. The lid didn’t even come off! Tiny blessings are sometimes the most profound ones. I also mentioned that my beautiful daughter helped me make delicious sweet tea. (I must admit the crashing sugar was entirely my fault.)
2. I have wanted irises the same color of purple that my grandmother (Ma) had since my parents dug up and got rid of Ma’s iris bed when I was a third grader. I haven’t been able to find them anywhere. The iris tubers that I’ve found are either too dark or too light or too many colors. On to the good news. Remember I was headed to a Cousins Reunion? My cousin Patti happened to know where some descendants of Ma’s irises were still stubbornly clinging to life. I am delighted to report that a few of those lovely purple connections to my past are now happily planted in the corner of my yard. THANK YOU, PATTI!
3. I am grateful that I got to spend time with my sister Bonnie while she was gracing the state of Oklahoma with her inimitable presence. For that I must thank my brother Don who loaned her a vehicle. For that I must thank my friend Rodney for loaning Don a vehicle so Don could loan his to Bonnie. Way to go Rodney! Reminds me of the poem, For the Want of a Horseshoe Nail.
4. For the want of a nail the shoe was lost.
for the want of a shoe, the horse was lost.
for the want of a horse, the rider was lost
for the want of a rider, the message was lost.
For the want of he message the battle was lost
for the want of the battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
I’m grateful for poems no one author can claim. This poem is one example of that. Sundry variations spring from every culture and people.