April 23: A friend’s story: She and her partner refused to pitch their tent on the bayside of Assateague Island National Seashore because, she said, the mosquitos were as big as horses. Instead, they chose the sand and surf-side. The full moon promised magic. Awakened by the sound of snuffling, they peeked through the tent flap — and shimmering before them was a unicorn. Or, at least, a pure white Assateague pony who also found magic (and their tent) in the moonlight.
April 24: A Saturday is perfect for almost anything, including a thorough washing of a Victorian wrap-around porch. The homeowners’ furniture — all wicker and wood, tables and chairs — fanned across the front yard. And under a tree, at a newly planted table and chair, sat the homeowner herself, pen in hand and relaxation very much in mind.
April 25: As he worked (deeply, painfully) through the knots and tangles of my back, my massage therapist held my hand. “As you follow this path,” he seemed to say, “I am here with you.”
April 26: How do two ducks climb over a small waterfall? Step 1: Wait for the two humans to walk away. Step 2: [I don’t know. Kevin and I walked away.]
April 27: The whirlybird seeds of our large maple fell in a spinning, blowing curtain from south to north, in a perfectly coordinated ballet. As I gazed at them from my window, they brought a blessing — and comfort. When I looked up again, I saw the same spinning curtain blowing the other way. A sign to be flexible? Then the school bus scattered kids like seeds across our lawn. I watched them chase and catch “the helicopters,” hollering their delight. Enjoy what Grace provides? I’m glad I didn’t take an afternoon nap!
April 28: The Sorting Hat fell over my ears. I was about to be assigned to a virtual “breakout room.” Like young Harry Potter, I begged, “Not Slytherin. Please, not Slytherin.” Unlike young Harry Potter, I got Slytherin. And — here’s the best part — it was fine; it was better than fine. Once again, the place I feared was, of course, the place where I needed to be.
April 29: An opossum waddled across my neighbor’s lawn. From my “office” window, I’d seen foxes, deer, and even ducks but never an opossum. I wanted to stand up to watch its progress, but that would have meant displaying my pajama pants to my Zoom colleagues. I don’t know why I hesitated, though. Aren’t they now more common then rabbits?
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