So while I think of it,
let me write a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.
The joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
dies young.
-Anne Sexton
morning
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part of us
What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. A sunset, a mountain bathed in moonlight, the ocean in calm and in storm - we see these, love their beauty, hold the vision in our hearts. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Helen Keller
daisies
This has been a perfect spring. There hasn’t been a better place for me to hang out than our back patio. Lightning bug evenings and dew drop birdsong mornings and tiny watercolors.
crewel
I used to enjoy embroidering and I think I may pick it back up. I have a bunch of thread mom gave me and she teased me that I’d never use it so I’d better get on with it.
