PERFECT DAY

Several years ago, I made a resolution to eliminate the word perfect from my vocabulary.  My rationale for that was my belief that the hunt for perfection is a fruitless effort - our world does not admit the perfect.  To strive for perfection in any thing (or any person) is a wasted and self-defeating endeavour.

I was wrong.

Last Tuesday, the 21st of May, was a perfect day.  P - E - R - F - E - C - T.  All 24 hours of it.

It started out with a notice from my boss at the auto auction that I did not have to work Tuesday in Milton.  Yahoo!  The long weekend just got a day longer. 

Then, brother Thom and I decided to plant the church garden that day.  The weather turned out to be perfect (cool, sunny, slight breeze).  First we weeded; then we tilled; then we added fresh topsoil (thanks to a donation from Laurel Dinsmore); then we tilled again.  Then we planted: four rows of potatoes, two rows of carrots, two rows of beets, two rows of swiss chard, several rows of onions, two rows of bush beans and 6 mounds of zucchini.  A job well done.

At noon, Joy came out to the garden and invited us to lunch.  We shared a meal with Marilyn, Ruth, Linda (and Joy) of the Eat, Pray, Knit group.  There was potato-bacon soup, fresh bread, cheese, pickles, fruit, cookies, squares.  We were well fed.

There's nothing that happened last Tuesday that was extraordinary in any way.  It was the combination of things that made it perfect...good weather, good work, good friends, great generosity.

Turns out that perfection isn't so rare or hard to find after all.  Perhaps it just depends where you look for it.

Blessings and peace to all.

Pat

Take This Thought Away With You

In life, what really matters is not

what we bought but what we built;

not what we got but what we shared;

not our competence but our character;

and not our success but our significance.

Live a life that matters.

Live a life of love.

~ from the Internet ~