Simplicity followed me all day yesterday, and it was all about snow. To being with, our driveway was so well plowed that I was able to pull right out and head for the cottage. The roads were clear and traffic particularly light, even for a Saturday in early January. But what was simply wonderful was what greeted me when I arrived. Besides another well-plowed driveway, handyman Ron had shoveled the steps. All I had to do was simply turn the key and walk in. The only shoveling that remained, and which was clearly optional, was the deck porch, where I sometimes go to watch the sunrise and take a few photos. Even shoveling that was simple because the snow was light.
It occurs to me, however, that this is more about gratitude than simplicity. Sure, Ron was grateful for the brownies I made him, but if we were competing, I definitely would have won. I mean, all that shoveling! How grateful can one be for that? Very.
But forget about competition. We each did what we could, and to quote my mom, we each were ‘very grateful’.
It occurs to me, however, that this is more about gratitude than simplicity. Sure, Ron was grateful for the brownies I made him, but if we were competing, I definitely would have won. I mean, all that shoveling! How grateful can one be for that? Very.
But forget about competition. We each did what we could, and to quote my mom, we each were ‘very grateful’.