“I live to enjoy life by the littlest things, feeling the grass between my toes, breathing fresh air, watching the wind sway the trees, enjoying the company of loved ones, a deep conversation, getting lost in a good book, going for a walk in nature, watching my kids grow up. Just the feeling itself of being alive, the absolute amazing fact that we are here right now, breathing, thinking, doing.” ~Marigold Wellington
On Wednesday the temperature reached 63! I was too hot at times! And the very next day the temperature dropped 30 degrees and by that afternoon it was snowing enough that all after school activities were cancelled. I looked out the window from the couch, where I was cozy with a soft blanket, and saw the big wet flakes falling straight out of the sky. It was so pretty. I remembered how I would have Grace dress up so I could take her photos out in the snow. Sarah was downstairs playing video games. I sighed. I didn’t feel like bothering to ask her. I was too tired. I knew it would take some convincing on my part to do a photoshoot with Sarah. Therefore I watched the rest of my movie.
Well, lo and behold about an hour later I had to shut in the chickens because there were no mature children home to send instead. As I pulled on boots and took my coat from the closet, Sarah came upstairs. “Where are you going?” “I have to go shut in the chickens.”
“CAN I GO WITH YOU?”
And so it happened!
After the hens were properly shut in she asked,
“Do you want to see Ethan’s secret hiding place?”
It wasn’t very far away but traveling there was was rather difficult. I had to crawl on my hands and knees to get past some of the branches. I had to remove briars from the both of us at times, too. We were crawling through the bushes and trees to get to Ethan’s secret hiding place.
It was a big tall white birch tree. Caleb discovered it once a long time ago when Sammy the cat led him to it by meowing. And then he in turn showed Seth and Sarah. It’s all a secret. They knew what it was by Ethan’s name scratched into the bark. It said, “Ethan loves……” and I’m not going to tell you the name because it’s a secret, too. By the time w got home I had forgotten it was a secret hiding spot so I told Ethan about it and he laughed and Sarah said, “Did Sammy show you the spot, too, E?” And he said, “I think a cat did lead me to it actually.”
FOLKLORE: the traditional beliefs, customs, and stories of a community, passed through the generations by word of mouth.
Isn’t it amazing that in just one afternoon enough tiny snowflakes can fall to cover the ground and the trees? A million little things………all together can add up to something significant.
Sarah Joy age 7 years and 9 months. On a small walk with mom to the chicken coop.
Thanks for letting me take your pictures, Sarah! I love you!
PS, I had to pay her a dollar.