Full of Joy

... is how my friend who is undergoing surgery on Monday described herself this evening on the phone.

So am I. I was full of joy in my encounter with two Jersey heifers across the road whose manure I was nicking for my compost; full of joy as I ate my veggie tamales at lunchtime; full of joy as I watched the killdeer overhead, scolding scolding as I put mulch onto my broccoli and onions, in preparation for the terrifying freeze we’re expecting this week; full of joy as I heard the white-tailed kite calling this morning.

And full of joy at my expanding list of creative projects to undertake sometime soon. I’m bursting with energy. Watch out, world.

[I am especially full of joy that Barbara is feeling so chipper. Thanks for the great conversation, Brabs.]