Grateful for sunshine yesterday, brief though it was, and that I got to take a walk in it with my mother, whom I adore.
Grateful for the wind-blowy rain today, which makes inside seem that much cozier, and made me actually take the time to put some paint on a canvas for the first time in at least a quarter century (other than finger painting with a certain almost eight year old when she was a much younger self...).
Grateful for the smells of roasting potatoes and brussel sprouts, which I actually do like. Really, I do.
Grateful for all the moments, small and large,
which although not always documented here
exist in my heart and my memory.
These are such beautiful pictures, just brimming with gorgeous light Kim.
ReplyDeleteAll good things. And painting, nice. I always enjoyed pushing thick paint around on my canvas with a palette knife. I miss that feeling. It's been a while. But just as you mentioned, I have my memory, for now, until I pick up that palette knife again.
ReplyDeleteI recently discovered oven-roasted brussel sprouts--quite good.
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