I think I live in a magical place. Sure, I’m close to the Salish Sea and live in a lovely home with lovely neighbours, but there’s much more.
I’ve shared with you before about some of the heartwarming observations, often simply from my kitchen window. Sometimes these observations occur when I’m tending to my yard or outside reading. (Here’s another.)
I’ve noticed a couple walk past on several occasions. They wander hand-in-hand. They’re often talking quietly to one another as they stroll. She stands out. She is often sporting a wide brimmed hat and always wears a lovely dress. Occasionally it’s a long summer dress; most times it’s shorter, but always it’s well fitted and colourful. There is an air of grace and class in her presence. She wends her way with difficulty, at a very slow pace, and uses a cane. Her husband always escorts her precisely at her pace. She is always smiling and he right back to her.
They walk a long distance because I don’t see where they come from but there is often a good hour or more from the time they first walk past to when they are returning.
Each day after they amble past our home, he first ensures she is steady on her feet before he steps away. He then spends several minutes picking blackberries for her. He offers her his open palm and smiles as she accepts them.
Pleased, they begin their unhurried stroll again. It warms my heart simply to observe this special bond between these two familiar strangers.
“Sometimes,” said Pooh, “the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” — A.A. Milne
Wishing you that kind of day.
Soundtrack: “The Very Thought of You” by Nat King Cole
what a precious photograph
Yours are the type of posts that not only warm my heart, but leave me feeling as if I can breathe deeply once again. They remind me that no matter what the news says, there is still much that is good and beautiful out in the world. 🙂
That was lovely! Thank you so much for sharing these thoughts and for wishing us “that kind of day”! Your post reminded me of a Dan Rather Tweet:
“I cherish taking leisurely strolls with my wife Jean at twilight. My steps are getting slower and increasingly I have another journey on my mind—the one into eternity. But the joy—the sheer, unadulterated joy—of a hand-in-hand , slow walk as evening shadows fall never ceases.”
His, and now yours, are two of the nicest observations I’ve read in simply ages.