Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Love It

This morning, peering through the salty sweat that dripped into my eyes, hanging onto Porque Choppe's leash, toiling along in the heat, it suddenly struck me, "I love my home." I'm very blessed to live where I do in Colonial Place in Norfolk.

Ordinarily I'm all about what's wrong with my life, but this morning I saw the bright side. Yes, I had to walk the chihuahua in weather ninety degrees hot at 9:00 A.M. Yes, that's hard for someone of my physical dimensions to do. However, I live in a wonderful place. This is just the greatest neighborhood. Every house is interesting. If there's a place on earth that repays daily inspection, it's Colonial Place. The magnolias in bloom, the gardenias in bloom, the enormous old trees. Flowers on every lawn and on every corner. The quiet. Evidence that almost every single big old home is loved and maintained with pride. Some houses look like they got the benefit of a pretty good income aimed their way. Others seem to run on sweat and effort. Almost all of them looked lovely this morning.

2 Comments:

kristen said...

what a wonderful thing! it's nice to know you love your home. happiness is good :)

3:58 PM  
Anonymous said...

Yes, I'm usually a person who can at a moment's notice give you every single negative detail about this place and every thing else in my life...but suddenly this A.M. it struck me...I should be thankful because I have a wonderful home.

6:16 PM  

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