There are so many things I am grateful for: being surrounded by family and friends; having finally settled into a job that I love; a yoga practice that enriches and strengthens me; books that let me slip away; and little things like coffee and chocolate… But when I started thinking about what I would photograph to show gratitude this week, what I realized is that right now, I am most grateful for being home again.
This is the early morning sunrise through my back window.
Maybe because it’s such a late spring, I seem to be even more enthralled with the appearance of leaves than usual.
I mean, it happens every year, right?
But this year, I just can’t stop looking at this changing season: the gradual filling out of trees, the green grass replacing golden fields, and the occasional tulip and daffodil at the base of a house.
I had just finished painting my daughter’s room a pretty, intense pink that she had chosen.
I stood for a moment, admiring the colour and feeling the satisfaction of a job completed. Then, it was time to clean up. As I reached down to pick up the paint can, I noticed this exquisite pattern on the inside of the lid, created by the mix of pigments.
Who knew that the prettiest paint would be the one that required no effort, that happened all on its own?