Aging with Grace

View from the Stanley Hotel, Estes Park, Colorado

It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.

Arthur Conan Doyle

During this time of less, little things have become more important. Sitting on the patio, in the shade of an umbrella, with the sun sizzling down. A cold drink with a sprig of mint from a nearby planter. A walk in the park, through shades of rich, emerald green, after a late night rain.

Last weekend, I had lunch in a restaurant for the first time in months. Sitting on the roof top patio, looking out over the city, the view was never more impressive and the food never as delicious, as it was that day. It didn’t matter that I’d been there many times before. This was a new experience.

The Botanic Gardens have recently opened and even though going requires a reservation, a couple of weeks in advance, I’m just happy to be able to have an opportunity to walk along the paths and smell the flowers.

Whether it’s eating out at a restaurant, walking though the Gardens or seeing a new exhibit at the Art Museum, it’s more satisfying than it was before. I hope I will never again take little things for granted. Now, I understand they can be gone in a moment.