Lucky Star

Finally, another item crossed off the agenda. The bamboo chicks have finally been installed in the patio. The impact has been more than I had expected. Instant warmth added, and the patio now looks complete, as opposed to its previous not-quite-there self.

I have sat outside on the patio in the late afternoon, cup of soya bean milk on the table, and a book in hand, enjoying where I am in life. Should I feel guilty? Is it too much temptation for Fate to feel like one has lived under a lucky star, managing to land on one's feet somehow, despite circumstances?