friday || nothing is ordinary
day 230 || gratitudes
somedays it is best to look towards gratitude. it helps me keep the tears in check and that lump in my throat at bay.
waking up at home, the house so cool i need to put on socks, my coffee-my way, watching the clouds burn off as the day unfolds, beans and beets, potatoes and almost ripe tomatoes in the garden, the second full flush of roses, the three boys down the street who caught a snake and told us all about it on our walk, their enthusiasm and their innocence the perfect mixture of childhood, a tiny afternoon nap with the dog, dinner from the garden, mixed with a bit of curry, sharing blackberries with Basil down by the pond, spotting the first red leaf on the ground and coming slowing back to the living.