This Evening...

This evening, we sat in the the old green on green lawn chairs, on our front porch. The terry slipcovers felt good as the sun began to set and the dampness rolled in. The tall, thick glasses which held two Virgin Marys kept creating a steady flow of condensation, puddling it all on the table. Whenever we are going to be out there for a spell, we leave the front door open to the porch so the cats, Abby and Cassie, can come and go as they please. Cassie always darts out as soon as she hears the storm door open. Abby races up to the threshold, pauses, looks around carefully, then saunters out. They each explore and sniff every inch of the screened in space. For some reason, they often go to separate corners and then, as if on cue, trade places. Occasionally, one or both freezes in what approaches the feline version of a pointer’s stance. At that moment we know to look across the lawn for something like a chipmunk, a squirrel or, near dusk, bunny rabbits.

On several blogs I visited today, the topic of gratitude came up.
For all of the above, I am grateful.