Gratitude on a Spring Afternoon

Do you remember a hot summer day when you were a kid and your best friend gave you just a lick of a her orange Popsicle? Remember how sweet it tasted and how you wished you could have more?

That’s how I felt today. The sun has been shining all day, there isn’t a cloud in the sky, and the temperature is almost 60 degrees.

This afternoon I put on a pair of capri pants, dug out a pair of flip-flops, and took the girls for a walk around the neighborhood. As we walked I heard the drone of lawn mowers as the first cut of the year took place, I saw cherry blossoms beginning to bloom and women puttering around in their gardens.

I breathed deeply and slowly trying to take it all in – trying to get enough to satisfy me in case this was to be the last day like this for a while.  The weather man tells me that we will enjoy similar weather for the entire weekend but he’s been known to be wrong.
When I got home I grabbed my camera to take a few pictures around the yard to share with you.  The crocus and daffodils are blooming!
The heather has been blooming for a while now – hardy creature that she is.
Even the clamatis I planted last summer is beginning to show signs of life.                                     
I took a broom and swept away cobwebs and stray dead leaves from my entry way.  It’s all ready for pots of flowers now!
Meanwhile back in Baby Land where my heart truly is, Makiya was out for a walk with her Mommy!
So much to be thankful for….

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
4 comments
  1. Love the pics! Want the flowers!

    Enjoy the joy of spring this weekend!

  2. Things are looking lovely! Your weather must be warming up.

  3. A few days ago I came your site and have been following along steadily.Im not sure exactly what to write except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice website.

  4. I live in a place that is still very cold and white, and so your pictures of crocuses are breaking my heart. Wanna switch places? No, I didn't think so!

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