I love this view from my kitchen window. It is one of my favorite things about my house and my husband did it just for me. Okay, wait a minute, he picked up the guy that prepared the beds and planted the azaleas….. that counts as “doing it” doesn’t it? And having the idea and following through makes for extra credit. Now the azaleas are blooming and I am wondering if this will be my last spring at this window. We put our house on the market. Kristen was one and Curt was seven when we moved in. My parents thought we were crazy when I showed it to them. It needed a lot of work and now after 30 years it is time for more work. Since the children have grown up and moved away, it is time to make a big girl, non-emotional decision. I have trouble with this. I guess I wouldn’t be in the “picture business,“ - the business of looking back and remembering - if I didn’t value the trail that is behind us. Beautiful snapshots of beautiful times with beautiful people in different places of our lives. But now I am really soaking in both the beauty of the flowers and the beauty of the gift. Take a look around you at the everyday or the every spring. It is magical and perfect, even if there are a few weeds to pull or pruning to be done. As my friend Judy told me during Kristen’s wedding………”It doesn’t have to be perfect to be perfect.”
Joys ahead,
Cindy
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