Trivia or the stuff of life

The picture   is of a climbing rose I've had for about 15 years.  It is fairly undistinguished, pretty, slightly fragrant, not much to write home about but its name is apt for this post.  It is called "Breath of Life".

For some reason I feel quite pleased with today, so what? you might say.
 So nothing much, except that I don't have many such days so it caused me to wonder why.  What is so good about today.

An average brass-cleaning morning in St. M's, with the rector in fine, mickey-taking form.  Quiet, few helpers in, even fewer visitors, but getting off to a good start with morning prayer,  no distractions from cleaning routine, pleasant chat with one or two people, even a brief, very brief, glimpse of sun through the stained glass.

Someone came in to 'do' the flowers, found there were a lot of half-dead ones in the flower room, not yet used and was about to throw them out, when I protested I was asked if I'd like them.  Yes please i said.

So have now two large vases of pale yellow gladioli to brighten my abode, and all free!

Opened my mail and found my broadband and landline supplier has reduced my monthly direct payment by  nearly £20 per month.  Can't believe it, but I'm not about to query it.

Nipped  out in a brief bright spell and did a half an hour's dead-heading and got rid of all the debris (in my bin) before the refuse collectors turned  up.  Luckily, no-one looked in the bin - green waste verboten - got away with it.

On Friday my brother and sister-in-law will call in on their way home from a week's holiday and take me with them down to Kent for a few days.  Life is really starting to look almost attractive, today anyway.

It really is for me, anyway, the little things in the day's routine which make or break the value of life.

God has me under his wing.