Dried orange slices in the schoolroom window.
When the light shines through they look a bit like stained glass.
Seeing my budding little artist at work with her Christmas present, be still my Moma heart.
Old farms on the way to piano.
They may be old, but we still love them and they are chock full of goodness.
My eldest son making lunch.
Rearranging the school area to be more efficient.
The beautiful oranges.
The local dairy.
Supper made by my eldest.
So many blessings…
My cup does run over.
I think it’s important to stop, look around, and count your blessings and capture the beauty in the ordinary from time to time.
