“As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness -- just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder, Writings to Young Women from Laura Ingalls Wilder
lately i fumble with my words, and ponder this daily practice. asking myself if it is has maybe run its course and if so, what might replace it.
a beautiful morning walk with the dog, a bit of rearranging of the furniture, a hair cut, errands, and an easy dinner,
two nights with my sister, playful kitties, and introduction to Poldark, dinner with my nephew, his 150 pound dog, time with a close friend, beautiful fall weather, a good podcast on the way home, home to my guys, who were happy to see me and me them. . .
spending the day running amok in the yard
makes for a huge appetite at dinner time
fresh crab sandwiches, Gus and Baker playing, those soft sheets, a trip to the Skagit, all of us at dinner, pasta and wine, the chickens, walking their woods and coming across Dad’s boat, identifying blindspots and a greater understanding of my heart . . .
when you don’t make your bed before
going to the gym, because you are going
to change the sheets when you get home
and you are gifted this beautiful light!
he helps me clean out some of the flower beds
asking me “how about this one?” over and over
it is awesome to have his help
we walk the arboretum trail
and work a bit on training
he minds me better than he minds him
which makes him a bit jealous i think!
“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”
- Ansel Adams