Bee butts sticking out of flowers give me a lift.
One of the best parts about returning to blogging has been catching up with the blogs I know and love. I now have a major backlog of goodies to discover, almost like finding out your favorite magazines and seed catalogs, instead of going out of business as you’d gloomily assumed, were getting delivered to the empty mailbox next door to yours for about five weeks. And there they still sit, in a glorious stack, awaiting your pleasure.
Now, this would never happen here, where our community is so small and tight-knit that we actually know our postman. (His name is Paul, and he has hair the color of a freshwater pearl, a daydreamer’s gaze, and a mischievous, little-boy smile. I got really worried about him at one point. But then I found out he was just having his appendix out and that the surgery went well and that he’d be back on his rounds soon. When he came back, it was cute because you could tell he was pleased that he’d been missed, but trying to tamp it down so it wasn’t obvious.)
( Hey, would you believe he is coming to the door as I type this? Wee package for F., that lucky man. Ooh, and a new seed catalog for me. Come here, my precious.)
Ahem.
I guess taking an internet sabbatical was the next best thing, since Paul just wasn’t going to manage to screw up that badly. It’s even better, honestly, than a magazine mix-up would have been since we have cut back to exactly one magazine subscription. And although that magazine is interesting, it doesn’t come close to the variety you get with blogs.
This week, I came across three wonderful posts in that backlog which all managed to give me that warm, fuzzy feeling. You know that feeling, like life is really, truly awesome and full of wonder, and it turns out the mystery hasn’t died while it was hidden behind dreary January sky-curtains, and the joy is already here, now and oh, cool, I just walked into a pocket of it again?
Suddenly your head is full of the scent of violets and you realize you just got a hug from the Divine.
Or something like that. Your mileage may vary. (That’s the best part about divine hugs. Each one is unique.)
Anyway, where were we?
Oh, yeah. I know I can’t be the only one who struggles a bit with the winter blues and could use a little extra delight in early February, so I thought I’d share some link love and offer to give you a lift if you need one.
Well, I suppose I’m more like the passenger sitting in the back seat who taps the driver on the shoulder and says, “Hey, can we pick up my friends, too?”
You should really hop in.
Without further ado:
I’d really love to hear about the kinds of things that give you a lift. Then the comments section would read a bit like that song from The Sound of Music, a list of a few of our favorite things, with warm fuzzies for all.
Namasté, y’all.
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