Saturday, June 15th, 2013
The long walk to the mailbox yesterday evening was pointless if letters were the only goal. But it was far from fruitless from Edith Schaeffer’s outlook of taking pleasure in the everyday beauty around you.
Almost hidden in the hayfield were a couple of stalks of bright orange butterfly weed in the neighborhood of lots of delicate fleabane. At least, I think that’s what those wildflowers are called. Tell me if I’m wrong.
Whatever they’re called, they brighten our breakfast table.
There’s lots more about our new place where we’re living this year at my travel blog–Tell Me When to Pack.
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