Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Beauty Woods

We have a small patch of woods next to our house. Just over the backyard fence there's an old, forgotten greenhouse that sits on the edge of the woods. The boys, with visions of a clubhouse, cleaned out the empty flower pots, battered sprinklers, and broken bird feeders. They found a daisy pinwheel and gave it to Sister. When the afternoon shadows started growing long they came inside all ideas and excitement, smelling of cool, fresh air. We ate oatmeal cookies not long from the oven. Later, I stepped out on the sun deck, just after the sun dipped behind the trees, and our little wooded place was glowing golden... like my boys.