The Pleasure of Choosing Quiet

It was one of those once a year summer days when the temperature hovered just below 80 and the sun was brilliant through piles of fluffy white clouds. A promise of autumn days arriving in the not so distant future.

We cooked and ate our supper outside tonight. Nature provided our entertainment. The hummingbirds zoomed among the flowers and feeders, occasionally stopping to hover and chatter in our faces. Mamma doe brought the fawns up for an evening raid on the feeders and a raccoon ambled in and out at woods edge.

Kevin worked this morning and took a nap this afternoon. We walked through a garden center nearby. Went to Mass early this evening.

It was a quiet day filled with simple pleasures.

I think we appreciated days like this before cancer intruded. What we didn't appreciate was the pleasure of getting to choose. There have been quiet days this last year because cancer decided; after days in a hospital or nights of sickness I was thankful for a quiet day when Kevin could rest.

I am more thankful tonight for the pleasure of choosing to fill our day with quiet.