"For one white, singing hour of peace, count many a year of strife well lost"-- Sara Teasdale, a quote I heard here and there while growing up. It actually seems to encapsulate parenthood perfectly. Because those hours do make it all worthwhile.
There was a potluck Sunday, after union meeting. Visiting, food, laughter, and games. Which is a wonderful way to spend a Sunday.
And now, it is Monday again. Sunshine-y and new.
I am not sure why, but I have really been noticing sunlight these past few weeks. Noticing what it touches, the shadows it makes, the warmth. I blame a long, cold winter for this. My mind is unconsciously craving sunlight. For all the snow and cold we have had this winter, we have had more than our fair share of sunlight. Which makes life more bearable. If it is going to be cold, it might as well be beautiful while it is at it.
So here are my pictures of morning light. I know these are somewhat pointless pictures. I just like them. So bear with me.
Sunlight on the counter. Which makes my 70's formica shine like a diamond.
Clothesline, long unused
Kids afghans from their Great Grandma. They just got these and love them!
Flotsam and Jetsam of kids