I’ve been staring at the screen, trying to figure out a good post, going and doing my treadmill time, coming back, nope, that didn’t do it. I just keep coming back to the mental image of the plum tree my kids gave me a few years ago–a stick with promise, something a little kid would be delighted to go play swords with–and what a beautiful, perfectly shaped leafy specimen it’s already grown into. (Wait–it’s four years old already? Next thing you know it’ll be heading off to college!)
It’s the simple things. I feel so blessed by so much and by so many.
(Edited Monday to add the photo.)
