I took the camera into the yard with me yesterday afternoon. Overall, the garden has that tangled, thinning look of fall, but a few bright spots hold their ground. Dahlias and purple mums bloom until frost and succulents thrive in the cooler weather. I'm not sure what those white flowers are. A bush from our neighbour's yard has hopped the fence. Far be it from me to cut back anything that flowers white in autumn.
Since embarking on this blog and my creative journey, I've become more observant -- or maybe just more willing to stop and observe. The simple act of taking a picture requires noticing, pausing, circling, composing. It's about seeing beauty and interacting briefly with it. Best of all, these momentary flashes of creative energy -- this noticing -- fit around and between the demands of motherhood. While snapping the above photos, for example, I was playing peekaboo with this little sweetheart.
And that brings me to thankfulness. This is a weekend (in Canada, at least) to sit around a turkey dinner with family and reflect on the goodness in our lives. Family. Abundant food. Health. Freedom. I remember that two years ago on this day Gary and I learned that we would be parents. One journey ended and another began.
Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.
His love endures forever.
--from Psalm 136--