The Simple Things

I like soil and the way seeds are laid in clean worked earth and sprout out of the ground a couple days later.  Was there ever something so lovely, so grand, so simple as a bean or a pea plant popping out of the ground.  There is a grandeur in it that isn't in anything man made.  

I like listening to rain falling when I am sitting on the porch, cup of coffee in hand, snuggled in a sweater.  I like running through a rain, trying to get back to the porch, so I can stay dry, that mad dash you make as rain starts pelting down hard when you are between car and roof.  I love that.  

I love putting a needle through a loop of yarn and pulling another loop through.  I love how dozens of small loops, interconnected, make part of one grand fabric that can keep you warm.  

I love how the late evening sun looks as it peers through the trees before it sets, applying an orange and gold and pink backdrop to the silver grey and earthy brown trunks.        

I love the stillness of early morning, where everything awaits the breaking of the sun over the horizon, over the tree tops so it can peer directly into the yard and warm up all the hidden spaces.  

I love the way a ball of string can become something so much more, how a single seed can feed you, how a sky can be pink and orange and blue at the same time, how a lone drop of water can slake the thirst of a dry place.  

I like simple things.  Perhaps it is because I have a 'simple' mind.  Some would think it so, but even if it were the truth, the simple things remain.  That is part of the magic of simple things.  

I would still run through the rain even if I did not take time to marvel on the joy of it.  The sun would still rise and set even if I did not take the time to see its colours.  Peas and beans would still make magic when they pop out of the ground if I didn't notice.  

What matters to the inner part of me, is that I do.