Do you ever look back on an hour, an afternoon, a day of your life, and find yourself reflecting on the richness of a few ordinary minutes? Do you ever feel completely and utterly blown away by how awesome an afternoon can be?
Sunday was a fine day here on the divide. My family and I woke (too early, as usual) and for the second day in a row headed out just after breakfast for a forest adventure, exploring the neighborhood trails. The afternoon found us piddling happily around the house, and in the garden as the children rested. As the day progressed the thunderstorms started rolling in, one after the other, and we were all drawn to the deck, with its big covered porch-area to watch the rain fall.
Over the next thirty-minutes, this took place...
:: Puddles and popsicles as one storm passes.
:: Roaming chickens, finding their way up to the deck.
:: The little Tree, stretching his limbs, and pulling up to a pot of zinnias.
:: Tenderness, and a helping hand.
:: Wandering toward the forest, and along the way a four-leafed clover, and a foxglove beg us to pause.
:: Tree climbing and exploring under the canopy as the rains begin to fall again.
:: A soaking-wet adventure as we run back to the house, and return to the shelter of the porch.
:: The exhilaration of his first rain-play.
Some days the ingredients for a happy, joyful life are freely given to us. If we get off the porch, step into the rain and play we may just stumble upon the best thirty minutes of a weekend.
Happy Monday friends!
