When the mountain laughs, maybe it’s time to trek down a bit, blisters and aches. It’s easier going where you’ve already been. The snow’s no more shallow, no less in your face; the sun’s glare, no less blinding. But the holes you trampled on your first go up remain to guide you. So get yourself [...]
I know the sky is beyond the branches, even though I can only see it in splotches, in tiny pieces of the enormous whole. My limited perception doesn’t change the reality, the truth. It simply is, whether I see it in its full glory or not. The rest is where faith comes in.
The real owner of our yard … upside down. :D
I wish I had a picture of the sunset we saw on the way home from Susie’s today! Instead, I have a snippet of conversation to remember: Atticus: The clouds are orange! The clouds are orange! Lucas: It’s like God’s drawing on the sky! Atticus: God’s drawing the clouds orange!
Somebody is loving the new house. ;)
“All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d, The streamers waving in the wind, When black-eyed Susan came aboard; ‘O! where shall I my true-love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true If my sweet William sails among the crew.” ~”Black-eyed Susan” by John Gay
Beauty in all its imperfection. Not despite. Because of. Due to. None the worse for wear.
What was it that Frost said doesn’t love a wall? Certainly not this flowering bush from the neighbor’s backyard. #notcomplaining
