thankfulness

for all this rain
for a long afternoon nap
for blue watercolours and biro pens
and a moment to sketch again -
for the way my baby nuzzles my shoulder
and chuckles in the bathtub -
for freshly baked bread dipped in olive oil
or a slice of apple and strawberry crumble cake -
for lilacs and blossoms brought indoors
for sage and beans and lupins and tomato and snow pea sprouts
and my lover's hands that planted them -
for the gift of each day
and that however misshapen or overwhelmed or tired we might feel there's always some joy to be seen, felt, eaten, known.
always.