Gratitude Monday: Columbine and more : Black Tortoise Press

Thank you once again, Laurel. You prompt me to consider all the little things that bring gracious gratitude to my heart.

This week’s list:

My beta readers: Oh, you patient people, who praise and gently critique. You find my errors and question my logic and praise my prose. I love you. What would I do without your eyes and hearts.
My daughters: Loved the Color Vibe 5K walk run. So much fun! You keep me young. You make me laugh until my sides ache.
“Call the Midwife,” our lunchtime treat: Tear-jerking life lessons in each episode, plus lots of victimless humor. So much more than baby-birthing going on here. Love-One, Duckie, and I love every episode.
Toads Mating: Oh my gosh, your screaming for a mate keeps me up at night. Still, your persistence remind me how tenacious life is. I hope you find a “husband” soon. Really.
Coyote pups and mothers: Between the toad interludes, the coyote mothers howl, ow-ow-ow-owoooo, ow-ow-ow-owoooo. Followed my the yip-yip-yip of pups too numerous to count. I can’t help but laugh as my mind’s eye sees pups trying hard to imitate mom.
Columbine: Such a delicate graceful flower, persistent and strong. I planted mine several years ago. First the woodchuck mowed them down. I almost lost hope, but they held on strong and persevered. Now they are firmly established and have even migrated to the back yard.
I know April is the official time to remember the victims of the Columbine Massacre (13 killed, 20 injured, and 2 suicides.) From mid-spring to early summer, my columbine bloom in several colors now. They are my constant reminder of survivors’ delicate persistence: grace-filled and beautiful.