1267 miles. Yesterday, as my daughter and I ambled our way to the Y, we revelled in the pure beauty of all the autumn leaves on the the ground and on the trees. She looked up and said, "that tree has the shade of a mango." A moment later she picked up a beautiful sugar maple leaf and handed it to me. One of her favorite things to do is hand me leaves and grasses that are beautiful. Such wonderful gifts. I hold them, savoring the moment that she noticed the splendor of our earth and the sweetness of her wishing to give her mama that gift.
Cheers, Shonna
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