I bought a white peach yesterday at a roadside market. Unlike the ones I get at the supermarket, this one smelled like a peach. It tasted like a peach. It was luscious. The corn I bought came from a farm just down the road from where I was standing. I got some kale and string beans. I rode home in my little Mustang with the top down. The weather was perfect – warm, sunny, no humidity to speak of. I turned into my little lane. The river was sparkling and blue.

I had noticed that a gray car seemed to be following me. Sure enough, it turned into my lane, right behind me. I pulled into my driveway and got out, a little curious, a little apprehensive. An elderly man climbed slowly out of the car and said, “Miss, you have two tail lights out. I thought you’d rather hear it from me than from a policeman.” I thanked him and stood there as he backed out, thoroughly amazed at the kindness of a stranger.

It was that kind of day. Today was pretty much the same. I noticed that the pounding in my ear has gotten a little gentler, so maybe the nasal spray is working. I got an appointment with the master acupuncturist for next week. I’m going to put my ear in his hands, so to speak, for the final resolution. I found the right bulbs for my taillights on the first try and some great guys who put them in – knowledgeable, confident, friendly guys right here in my own little town who told me they could fix another problem (I’ve had it for some time) for much less than the dealer’s quote. Again, it was warm, sunny, and gorgeous. And again, I drove home with the top down. For some strange reason, I took a nap.

And now, as I am writing this, I can see the full moon through my window. It’s a beautiful, cool night.  Dorian is out, playing with crickets in the moonlight. This weekend, the moon is the first of this year’s supermoons. A supermoon is a full moon near perigee, or near its closest point to Earth for the month. It’s dazzling.

There are times when everything just falls into place, when the trials and tribulations of life seem lost in the past, as they should be. I know that things are still happening out there in the world. I know that I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. But for the past few days, it seems to me that the Universe has been saying, Stop. Take a deep breath. Look around. It’s a wonderful world. And there are times when I have the good sense to stop, take a deep breath, and say Thank You. Good night, dear friends. Pleasant dreams.