Can I Be Grateful Enough?
I'm grateful for the robins who hop around in the thin grass outside my back door and for the mockingbirds who sing and whistle while I hang my clothes up on the line. And I give thanks for the sun , by the way, who dries my clothes and peeks capriciously into the windows of my house when it's out. There are five seats in my home where you might sit directly in its light, if you can catch it. There are 18 places for the two of us to sit at my house, plus two on the front porch and four on the back. I appreciate the fact that we and our guests have places to rest, eat, and work comfortably. I'm grateful that we can afford t he price of admission to the zoo: it's gone up. They've installed a new section, where we are lucky enough to see grizzly bears, bison and a condor - and sometimes wolves at feeding time - living in relatively spacious captivity. There is a gondola that carries us grandly up to where they live. One day I watched in awe