Monday, March 1, 2010
I was back to feeling a mite jaded again this weekend after a number of kind of unpleasant little irritants, all on the same theme.
I think I don't want to go into it all, cause it isn't really what I want to talk about.
What I want to talk about is not all the million mosquitos of irritation are soaring around my head, but rather how wonderful my walk in the mountains was today.
It was warm, it was sunny, it was beautiful. The almond trees are in bloom and so are the cherries. There is nothing that is beautiful in quite the same way. I found my first asparagus of the season and I was in heaven. They are so very very good. I ate it raw and right after I picked it. Yum.
I threw pinecones for the dog who was utterly ecstatic. It is very hard to be grumpy when the mutt is so utterly happy. I found a second asparagus.
Then I saw a man climbing up the hill towards me. In his hands he had a big bunch of asparagus and a second smaller bunch. I laughingly exclaimed over his luck and noted my pathetic tally of two. Guess what. He gave me the smaller bunch of them. I don't think he can know how much that meant to me. A gift of delicious fresh food, rare and the first days they are up. Honestly though. Restored my faith utterly.
In men anyway.
A simple act of kindness. It is so cliched now, but sometimes.... sometimes..... it really can make such a difference. I went through the rest of my day and into this evening a much happier and kinder person. Much.
and, tomorrow morning, truita d'esparac!