Early in the morning, I gathered a basket of autumn up for inside the house. Why should all of the free, fall decor be crunching under my boots? I loved them in the window. My own little oak tree display.
And I figured that since I did get up this morning, and since I had yet another full day with which to fill up, I may as well be intentional about the good parts, so I made a mental list. I called it,
"Things That Should be Done Everyday, if You are Me:
1. I should do something beautiful every day. (leaves hanging in window) 2. I should take time for a few photos.(...because that's just fun)
3. Everyday, I will eat something from the garden, even if it is just a snippet.
(.....because that's just exciting and, yes, plants grow there in December) 4. Every day, I should spend a moment on creative ideas, whether planning or doing because that feels like living. (baking bread, arranging a vase with flowers or greenery, sketching or writing, or whatever) 5. Everyday, there is time for a walk. (walks are the best) 6. And last, but most exciting part that makes any day marvelous and must never be missed or else a desperate dullness will ensue over your day---at least I'm sure that is what would happen to mine; I will visit that "Dreamy place that is ours and God's together". No day can measure up to much without Him being all rolled up in it!
Not sure what this is, but it is hot and tastes like horse rashish!
And every day, I will treasure love in my heart. Today, I found a little blue card in some old things. Inside it said, "I love you, Rosebud. Love, Mom." My heart melted onto the floor and the card was promptly placed in the window where I can see it now, every day. I, so,treasure the love.
Thanks, Mom. I love you, too.
All the best things seem to me to be the simplest things.