LOADED WITH GOOD LIFE

This morning I noticed Delycia’s tall sunflowers all folded over and drooping down with the weight of their seeds, and they seemed, as I studied them, to represent the loads of good life that lean down on all things these days. Many lawns, for instance, seem well-stocked with healthful grass, and trees are loaded with the luxury of leaves and seeds. Often, as was true yesterday, the sky seems laden with puffed-up clouds, and even the slice of the moon these nights might seem unusually overloaded with light. It’s true for me, also, although I sometimes don’t notice it – don’t notice the goodness this world is full of, don’t feel the overflow of kindheartedness and courage all around me, don’t see the spilling over of startling occurrences, second by second. Just now a tufted titmouse twirled in the air near the feeder for a few seconds, a small, full bundle of spinning feathers, just one sample of the miracles that make autumn – and sunflowers – almost sag with prosperity and splendor.