Treasures.

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Sometimes the sun shines bright after a long dark season so you drop your to-do lost and everyone goes to the woods. Together.

And when you do you find so many treasures that your hearts and your pockets are filled to overflowing long before you make it back to the house.

13 thoughts on “Treasures.

  1. Fräulein Rucksack says:

    When I saw the first picture on my screen I held my breath. And I love the rest, too.
    You’re talking about saying yes and dropping lists again and again so that I thnk when does she ever get to do things. But then I think man, she can’t say it often enough, that yes. That yes to the children. To nature. To life. To what really matters.
    Love to come here and get reminded again. Though, I need it less, sun comes in here often these days and reminds me enough. Out there a lot. Love.

  2. Rachel Wolf says:

    I say yes when I can and squeeze in the to do list during the time that remains. I’m buried in work right now, so this yes came after a morning spent at the computer, working every so hard to catch up. Thank you for your beautiful comment.

  3. Sarah says:

    Your post – this one – and recent others about the change of season reminds me of a poem…

    Wendell Berry, “Sabbaths 1998”, IV

    The woods and pastures are joyous
    in their abundance now
    in a season of warmth and much rain.
    We walk amidst foliage, amidst
    song. The sheep and cattle graze
    like souls in bliss (except for flies)
    and lie down satisfied. Who now
    can believe in winter? In winter
    who could have hoped for this?

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