I’m not usually one to do this, but I’m going to write a bit about my very ordinary but extraordinary afternoon. After finishing the things in my life that ‘needed’ to be done I decided to take the afternoon off and enjoy the beautiful weather and my amazing porch.
Sunday morning I received a gorgeous bouquet of flowers for Mother’s Day. It was one of those funny moments; I was writing in my journal and had just put the period on the sentence, ” I miss Katie and Jeff,” and the doorbell rang. It was none other than the Fed-ex delivery guy bearing a gift of beautiful flowers for yours truly from my three beautiful children (masterminded by Katie). No one will be surprised when I admit that I cried.
I’ve enjoyed each day as they have unfolded and revealed themselves in their pink, white, orange, and green glory. Today was ‘that’ day – the day that all of the flowers were open, the leaves were still green, and no petals had fallen. Before another moment passed I decided to try out my newly discovered drawing skills. I moved the flowers from the dining room to the porch, set up my easel, and slipped off my flip flops.
I started in charcoal and incorporated pastels. One thing led to another and before I knew it the afternoon slipped away in a most wonderful way.