It’s pretty blustery today. I really don’t like these kind of days.
The other day, it was cold, the wind chill making it even colder. I was on the upside of frustration, and reminded myself to let it go for a few moments. The sun was out, and the sky was a perfect blue. I noticed the leaves gently falling from the trees, and thought I’d take a cool-down-time-out.
So…I grabbed one of the afghans I have knitted that is huge enough for some serious body wrapping. I sat on the deck and watched the leaves fall. Beautiful and peaceful at the same time, a great way to release my frustration.
The moment ended after a relic discovered by the grandpuppy, was dropped at my side. The treasures she digs up are always met with trepidation. One of the Civil War battles was fought right around the corner-and-some from us. Our kids say our house in haunted, but I’ve never experienced any unusual happenings. Who knows, maybe some of the troops walked the land our house is built on.
The relic she found was an old, rotten, smelly tennis ball. She ended up with a good lesson in patience as I made her sit while I brushed her teeth.
I wish I had a picture of the leaves gently falling because it was so beautiful. I’ve tried to photograph falling leaves. If it can be done with the background blurred at the same time, in order to see the leaves suspended in air, I haven’t discovered the technique yet.
What can I find beautiful? I hope you find something.
Oh! Wait! WordPress has given me a photo. 🍃