I’ll describe this week as disjointed. Up and down, sky high and low, low. What a funny collection of tired and exhilarated I felt.
Who knows why? But my rhythm was a bit off. Perhaps it was as result of the cold working it’s way through my family. And, yet, there were highlights.
Like a perfect picnic under February sun.
My children frolicked, as only children can.
And I got up to collecting the many moments and gifts of the day.
Picnic blankets on a solitary beach.
A 4-year-old photographer.
“Lion-head” trees in winter.
A sun-kissed baby.
Discarded boots.
Eyes that look deep.
Bare feet in February.
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What was I lamenting?
I certainly can’t recall.
Blown away in the face of all these blessings.
Hi! I’m Kelly Woods, writer, mother & librarian. I write about beauty, creativity, green living and lifestyle design to help others live a life of inspiration, too.