Here are some photos from my wanderings in the past week.
The tree below is a liquidambar tree; I always remember it from my childhood, because the street where my piano teacher lived was lined with them.
When I was young, I loved to walk down her street in the fall. The leaves were not only gloriously colorful, but they dried so nicely and made such a satisfying crunch when you waded through them. I can still hear them, and feel them under my shoes. Isn’t it amazing how those memories stay with you?
Even inside the house it looks like fall, thanks to this bouquet from my thoughtful guy.
I think my kids may be getting tired of me oohing and aahing over the beauty and color I see all around me. On the other hand, isn’t that what moms are for — to help you develop an appreciation for the important things in life?
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
– Joyce Kilmer
No time to blog at the moment — my next post will explain why — but I wanted to share this gorgeous ode to spring.
Well, it’s finals week, and I’ve still got my heinous cold, and I spent a large part of the evening cleaning poo off of the floor (the horrifying legacy of an ill-fitting Pullup). I will be suing Huggies for mental trauma. And I will not be writing a blog post, because what I really need to do is go sit on the couch and stare at the TV for a while.
But I will offer you this picture. I took it last summer, and I think it’s a beauty, more because of the colors of those flowers than any skill on my part. It is pretty enough to take some of the edge off of the cold, and the grading, and the biohazard cleanup that occupied too much of my evening. I hope it brings you a bit of joy, too.