Last fall, I headed out to drizzle and came home in rain.
Red on red |
As we walked, I stuffed my pockets with beauty.
Gingo |
Sunday, I watched one-year-old Kinsey pick up fallen leaves
until her hands were full.
until her hands were full.
Dancing |
On the road to adulthood, it seems we forget to look around
Mint |
to treasure the simple pleasures of God's abundance.
Lace |
Even the leaves were dancing this morning.
Moss tray |
Now my office moss tray is bursting with color.
Granddaughter Kinsey stops picking things up when her hands are full.
Her Oma stops collecting when her coat pocket won't zip shut.
Sedum |
**Oh God, thank you for beauty in the rain.**
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