The other day, as I sat on the back deck soaking up the afternoon sun, I did something I try to remember to do often, but just as often forget: I looked up. (Seeing the physical world from a different perspective, especially through the eyes of a child is always something I strive for in my busy life…) And there were the branches above me, not yet in full leaf, but pretty close. I sat and stared for a while, watching them sway and trying to remember what they had looked like just a few weeks ago – dark and skeletal against a colorless winter sky.
The sun was glinting through so perfectly, and the photo-op was there. But I let it pass me by. I just sat and looked, and looked some more.
A few days later, I took this photo, for which the light was not as great, but I’m glad I did, because after that it started raining…
But something about the day – I don’t know if it was the mosquitoes or the rediscovery of the “game closet” – found us spending much of the sunny weekend inside.