The day after we got home from Pittsburgh they filled the house with flowers again.
Our garden has never been so lush. June rains, warm nights, balmy days . . . and five days away. . . suddenly we have a garden jungle to attend to!
It’s been 11 years since we met our dear, dear friends in our favorite Pittsburgh park. Spending time together was soul nourishment of the deepest kind. I had to catch my breath as I watched our babies meet again as almost-twelve-year-olds. So much has changed; so much remains the same.
A week ago.
The blues were captivating.
The wind was constant.
Waves overpowering the sound of children playing.
Swelling gratitude for growing friendships.
Watching them paint together
on the porch
with a July breeze
and tan arms.
This is it.
This is belonging.
It won’t be long, little one, and you’ll be out in the big lake with the big kids.
Playing with his beloved “bat ball” just got a lot more exciting!
My morning view, courtesy of Ellen Marie.