So, this is a tree. It used to stand straight up on the west side of our house, in the neighbor’s yard. Our street is great for trees. In a really good summer and fall, they give the illusion of fully covering the street. When Jake was younger and we walked home from the park one day, he said, “I love where our house lives.” The trees were really pretty
I was going to post on Monday about Things I’m Enjoying Right Now and share about the book I’m reading and my new favorite song and how I’ve learned to love summer again. (My love for the hottest season took a nosedive in the teen years and early twenties when I was too body-conscious to have fun at the pool anymore). But I’m kind of out of rhythm after a
I’m afraid if I talk about this picture, I’ll ruin its perfection. So I’m going to talk to it instead. I took it on a Thursday in October. To the Tree Outside My Window: They say you should at least be aware if you view the world through rose-tinted glasses. And I am. I viewed my entire week through your rosy glow, and it made everything better. Seriously, the glow.