I keep arguing that he should think of Dandelions not as weeds but instead as a gift--free flowers! and so many of them!--especially since we've enjoyed their greens in salads and he, at least, has liked dandelion wine, as well, but so far, we agree to disagree.
The wind picked up while I was outside, but the rain held off until early morning. The sound of rain falling against the roof of my parents' deck is one of my favorite sounds and something I miss from my four years living at that house with them.
Ah, to see color outside again!
Computer issues prevented me from writing again, post-visit, until now, and it has been interesting to me to feel myself missing this little space I carved out here back in January 2007 that I continue to use to share things I find beautiful and funny and wise and true and sweet.
I still think it is worth it to make even such a small effort to share with others both life's "pretties" and its "pretty roughs." I began this blog that winter as I emerged from a long period of depression, and I believe that even my coming up with its title was a bit of defiance that helped me focus and figure out how to stay strong and move forward.
Exactly eight years ago today, it turns out--I posted this.
The two weeks away from the blog this month clarified for me that maybe even more than the stories and the photos of the beautiful and the worthwhile that I share here, I love the determination to appreciate the beautiful and the worthwhile in the first place. A sweet realization this spring. ♥