Sunday mornings

Sunday Mornings

How in the world do you thank a bunch of who-knows-how-many generous doers of good deeds for their good deeds?

Especially when it’s glaringly apparent they’d prefer to be the doers of good deeds anonymously.

I figured a tiny bit of a way to express appreciation to the Peanut Butter Bunch: I left a little treat for them on the porch.

[A tiny bit of a treat.]

Do you think it’s even possible to ‘match’ generosity with an equal measure of gratitude?

It doesn’t seem so.

Especially if the giving is anonymous–which most giving is.

There is so much of generosity that goes unnoticed, uncompensated, and without a single sound of applause.

Think ‘mothers’ and you’ll be on the right track.

They aren’t the only ones on that train–and not every mother is generous–but most of them are, and they are probably the engineers.

~smile~

And it’s not just generosity with things–it’s ideas, and talents, and time, and hope, and knowledge, and a myriad other things.

Feeling gratitude for being the recipient of kindness just might be what greases the wheel for how much kindness we mete out.

It’s a generous feeling towards others more frequently and with fewer lapses of ‘it’s-all-about-me-ness’ sneaking in–because that’s what happens for me.

I forget how much is being done in my behalf [the stuff that I’m even aware of] and focus on how much is being done for me.

That ‘forgetting’ seems to squelch generosity or any warmth of heart pretty quickly.

When I grow up [which should happen as soon as right now] I want to be more generous of heart.

Working on it.

Back to the Bunch.

It was with a fair degree of certainty that I guessed that the Peanut Butter Bunch would like peanuts/peanut butter.

Seven is a great number which will explain–well–the number of tasty morsels in the picture.

A brown paper sack worked wonderfully as a container that they don’t have to worry about returning–and–it was easy to decorate.

Bonus and bonus.

Which means that this morning the paper sack of tasty morsels had vanished and this was in its stead:

Most wholeheartedly I report that I received the better end of the transaction.

[Read: I got the better end of the deal.]

One more picture to share.

First let me say that I am all sorts of thrilled about where I live.

This picture shows–not anywhere as accurately as I was hoping for–one of the reasons why.

One.

The canyon is blanketed in exquisite.