I saw this lovely barn and field of zinnias as my husband and I were golfing yesterday. I think the stanza of this poem fits it well!
It has been over two years since we lost our home of 30 years to wildfire. Yet the loss sometimes feels as fresh as when it happened. It was the home where we raised our children and where in the last year or so we were there was also filled with remnants of our parents’ homes and earlier ancestors as well. People say “it is just stuff”, but it is much more than that. It is one’s history- encompassing not only ancestors, but the marking of our children’s lives in photos and keepsakes, and our own.
I saw this tree at our local golf course and loved how it looks like a heart.
A glorious sunrise makes a good reminder.
Another photo from Santa Fe. Quote by William Wordsworth.
Having a wide vista of sky yields lovely pictures; each day different and each one lovely.