I find myself face-painting children this morning. Our elementary school has an indoor field day due to rain, and I’m on duty with paints and brushes. I’m enjoying every mustache, rainbow, flower, and cupcake on each precious face.
Some of the fifth graders I’ve watched grow up from kindergarten. I rest my brush and ponder this.
I love this little neighborhood and this little school.
Later, I harvest several quarts of strawberries from my little berry patch.
Then, I bring some treats to a neighbor who leaves for a vacation tomorrow.
Small, local things.
Children, gardens, and neighbors: these have become a way to build a life.
What was your day like?