In the glorious morning sunlight, it appeared that Mother Nature or one of her little helpers had decorated the garden with extraordinary dew. This magical stuff glistened like a million tiny electric light bulbs like I'd never seen before. Cobwebs waved like flags, swaying in the breeze between skinny twigs and the bird feeder wore a golden crown and dangled a sparkling banner beneath. I've been trying to capture it on camera but I have a feeling that the pictures will be inadequate to reproduce this gift that I have unknowingly waited for for some 45 years.
Gifts come in all shapes and disguises when you reach the ripe old age of 45 years. Like a precious moment with the children, thrilled to give and watch me receive my presents. My morning filled with the laughter and love of girlfriends, whose friendship I value up there in the top ten of blessings. The good news that my Mum's hospital test results were clear...she can now breath a sigh of relief and share in her special day, the one that she gave birth, too.
One of my treasured gifts was a book of blessings, and today of all days I feel extremely blessed and thank each and every one who made this day such a special one.