a daily snapshot of inside meets outside.
gratitude for the simple little things, and appreciating the sweet spots of life.
:: 30/365. blue and yellow. this boy is such a joy. he's the most patient among us, and i love seeing his personality as he reaches out more, and more. he's becoming as silly as the rest of us. we all love him so.
and, that backyard sky continues to delight me.
31/365. wool and maple buds. this green is quenching my thirst for something downright-cheery.
it's sad to see it go, but that maple tree was cut down last week. it was unhealthy and had been severely damaged in a storm some years back. it's always hard to see a tree come down though. the bright side is that it opens up a larger path of sunlight for our soon-to-be new vegetable garden, and the wood from the maple will be put to good use.
32/365. i love this book by blexbolex. this one belongs to the library, but i definitely need a copy for our home library. and, how about that pairing? love & stubborn. for better, or for worse, i don't think you can have one without the other.
my driveway, like any good southern driveway, is lined with daffodils. they're all up, and about to pop!
33/365. my girl says this is a picture of me knitting a hat. i totally see it.
and, i love seeing my name in lights. neon, no less.
34/365. eighty-eight years separate her from them. that blows my mind. we had a short, but sweet visit with my grandparents. in my almost forty years as my memaw's granddaughter, i've never seen her wearing red nail polish (or, any nail polish, really). she remembers who i am, but maybe not that i visited her now that we've left. but my girl, who's named after her, loved reading with her great-grandmother, and this short visit was definitely worth the long drive.
the daffodils along my dad's driveway are already up, and in full bloom.
35/365. sowing mountains. upon arriving home, and having our mail (and two beers!) delivered by our neighbors, the girl set to the work of planting these seeds, that were mailed to her from our sweet bird friend in colorado.
the drive home was long, but scenic. i found myself immersed in the memories of my teenage years as we drove over familiar passes, and near forgotten hiking and camping spots.
36/365. her busy hands. she loves, loves watercolors. but under no circumstances is that band-aid on her right finger to come off. it. must. not. come. off. got it?
oh, and we've spotted evidence of fairies in our backyard! "teeny-tiny-little-baby flowers, mama. and they're puh-pearl"
i'd love to know ~ what simple little things are you grateful for today?