Today we went to a nearby local park to get away from confined spaces full of coughing people. Our daughter's immunity issue was the perfect reason to take in the freshness of natural surroundings.
We skipped rocks, found the perfect walking sticks, intimidated Canadian Geese who were munching on the grass, played with the ice that had formed on the water in a tiny decorative fountain, jumped over thick, gnarly tree roots, and discovered a tree called a sweet gum that looked like it was made of corrugated cardboard.
We marveled at the stark beauty of bare trees and low winter sunshine. My husband was inspired to photograph the trees for use in future paintings. I am so excited to see the spark of an intention to paint again, because he is a amazingly talented painter!
Our daughters rolled sideways downhill not worried about Goose droppings, peeling off layers of sweaters and coats among the giggles.
Then my husband said to me: "Let's meet here in 30 years and watch our grandchildren play." We agreed it was a gold star moment -- i.e. one to never forget.
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