Sometimes a question will stop you dead in your tracks. Yesterday, Ellen D.'s stopped me. "What treasures do you search for, Debby."
I am at a strange place in my life. I've been getting rid of material things. I know that in the next couple years, we will be downsizing.
I went to a huh-uuuuuuuuuge antique mall, and I bought nothing. I didn't even see anything that truly tempted me. When people ask me what I want for Christmas or my birthday, or whatever, I have to think about it. Sometimes, I can't even come up with anything then.
I've said it before. I'm pretty lucky.
But today, I was working in the garden and I was thinking about it. What do I treasure?
I started compiling a list. Traveling. Seeing new things. Meeting new people. Having old friends. My grandchildren (oh, how I treasure my time with them!) I love a good book. I like reading in bed. I love flannel nightgowns. I like a clean and organized house. (I have to admit that I don't always like making it that way.) I like spending time in my gardens. We are finally going to start working on our backyard flower gardens. We have the time, finally, I like being able to spend time doing the things that I want to do, instead of focusing on the things that I need to do. I like thunder and lightning storms, the louder the better. I like lightning bugs. I like sitting quietly. I like feeling useful. I love listening to people's stories. I love it when a person feels comfortable to share them.
Once I started making my list, it got easier and easier. Lilacs. Hydrangeas. Watching birds. Listening to owls hoot at night. One after another, the things came rushing at me.
By the time I leaned my hoe against the fence, I felt quite fortunate that most everything I value is already part of my life.