This was the view from my daughter's (dirty) bedroom window last week. I like these late sunsets. Some days I wonder who will fall first--me or the night. It feels good this time of year to be tired from being outside for hours of taking in the flowers and the wildlife and the peace of a cool end of the day.
The trees are very close to the house, and they have been like old friends as my daughter has grown up. When she was tiny and I'd put her into her crib, I'd stand still and take in those trees while I waited her to fall into a deep sleep. At the time, her floor creaked very badly, and one false move would undo the sometimes very hard work of helping her to nod off. I wasn't a risk-taker in those days.
We have watched and admired the snowfall and rain and the comings and goings of the blue jays and squirrels through these trees. These trees have always softened the afternoon sunlight in her room and created a sense of a safe and secret place all her own. I love 'em.
Skywatch Friday
The trees are very close to the house, and they have been like old friends as my daughter has grown up. When she was tiny and I'd put her into her crib, I'd stand still and take in those trees while I waited her to fall into a deep sleep. At the time, her floor creaked very badly, and one false move would undo the sometimes very hard work of helping her to nod off. I wasn't a risk-taker in those days.
We have watched and admired the snowfall and rain and the comings and goings of the blue jays and squirrels through these trees. These trees have always softened the afternoon sunlight in her room and created a sense of a safe and secret place all her own. I love 'em.
Skywatch Friday
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