We could hardly wait.
No, it wasn’t anything electronic, expensive, or fashionable. It wasn’t anything involving travel, tickets, or long lines for amusements.
It was a single red strawberry (our first one) in the strawberry patch.
|First Ripe Strawberry|
The squeals of laughter! The bare feet running across the morning grass! Living with flair has taught me that the whole family can take great delight in the profoundly simple. This strawberry represents nearly two years of waiting. Last year, we couldn’t let the plant produce in order to let the roots go deep. Then, with the help of compost and netting to keep the birds and chipmunks away, we observed those green strawberries growing.
Every single morning we went out to check on the patch.
My youngest daughter just said, “This is the most awesomest day! I can’t believe I picked a strawberry!”
It was delicious. All of us had a bite in the kitchen.
Living with flair means simple, patient, ordinary living. You don’t need any other life.
And today especially, I’m so thankful for the men and women who fought and died to make these ordinary days possible.
Journal: Tell us all something about your ordinary life. What beautiful thing happens in your ordinary day?