Monday, February 8, 2010
i went to the beach, and it was full of drift wood, shells and other beautiful treasures after the rain and storm last week.
the beauty of a feather becomes so much more apparent when the perfection is broken. curls, waves, irregularities.
my mom is coming tomorrow. i am so happy. the kids too. they have been counting the days. or rather asking every morning, is she here now? will she come today? i play the part of the patient soul - no, just a few more days. she'll be here before you know it. i think i am comforting myself too :)
fading out from here with some beauties picked in the garden a few days ago. the light seems to have brought a love for yellow :)