I Have a Little Button

I have a little button that goes in and out with me ..... 
Of course the nursery rhyme is really about a shadow, but I have spent the last 30 or so days carrying about a button and writing what we now casually call Gramma's Button Stories. Who knew carrying about a button each day would have such an impact. 
Today I pulled out a clayish colored button. Small as buttons go. Sturdy. At first I thought it was bone and then clay - both materials used for buttons but really it is a plastic material that is newer than it looks. I thought of bone weary as I set up to mulch, and mulch and weed and weed. I thought of "clay feet" meaning mere human not divine in this instance. Or perhaps simply muddy as I wiped my wet dirty hands on my britches for the hundreth time. I simply love working in dirt.
Neither phrase was really suitable for the day I had. It was glorious. Clear, blue skies. Perfect temperature. My pup, August, was by my side. I was making progress on the tasks at hand. I had my coffee, my fresh fruits and veggies and my book on CD.
I may be bone weary at the end of my days and I may indeed be a mere human but boy, oh boy, I have a good life. And I have a button in my pocket helping me to appreciate it. I encourage you to start carrying one.