Promises

    It's beautiful outside my window. I love to sit and look out onto our treasures. It's a simple area. There are no mountains or lakes or old majestic trees, but there is promise.  There are new houses springing up over the hill to the left.  Behind and just to the right of the houses, in the distance, is a line of newly planted evergreens intended as a wind block when they grow tall and strong. Skirting our back yard is the park and playground.  Dotting the park land are small new trees, their bare branches stretched out like fingers reaching up to the sky as if to ask for the sun and rain which feed them.. Their mounds of dark brown mulch look like chocolate pillows cradling their babies. 
    The new houses promise neighbors and friends; the young evergreens, protection and warmth. The park and playground promise laughter as the kids enjoy the swings and slides and dig in the sand.  The trees snuggled in their pillows, promise a home to the abundant animal life.
    It may not seem like much, but it's everything. I love to come home and take in all the promises.  This is a blessing I truly recognize.