Saturday, May 18, 2013

Right as a Mornin' in May

Ain't it a glorious day?
Right as a mornin' in May
I feel like I could fly
'Ave you ever seen
The grass so green?
Or a bluer sky?

Life is good.

Today has been very near perfect.  This morning we went to see a bunch of five-year-olds, my granddaughter included, play t-ball.  It's so sweet to see these little ones who barely have a clue what the game is all about, much less what they're supposed to do and when.

#2 Granddaughter would hit the ball, and then stand there and look at us as if to say "Did I do a good job?" while totally forgetting that she needed to RUN TO FIRST BASE.  And she wasn't the only one.  Hardly any of the children remembered to run without being coached.  

Then, when they were in the outfield, the game was to dance, or sit down in the grass, or pick "flowers" or kick dirt, or anything except what they were supposed to do.  It was hilarious to watch, but I'm sure the coaches prayed for more patience.

Speaking of coaches, they were EXCELLENT.  They remembered that the people they were teaching were indeed five years old, and they acted accordingly.  The coaches displayed more patience, kindness, and nurturing than I would ever be able to do.  I was duly impressed.

After the game, (Who won?  No clue!) we headed home for lunch and other assorted Saturday-ness.  The gardens were watered, holes filled in the yard and reseeded, plants set out, seeds re-sown in the vegetable garden to feed the squirrels and rabbits.  The dog was taken for a haircut and bath.  The car was gassed up, washed and cleaned on the inside.  Neighbors were visited with, dinner was cooked and eaten. 

Sitting on the swing with a soft breeze blowing, I mentioned to Hubster how perfect the day had been.  We are indeed blessed beyond measure with ordinary life.  

I wouldn't trade it for anything.

1 comment:

Susanne said...

Sounds like the best kind of day!