To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Everyday they go to play in the backyard. Everyday this brightly tangled gift makes its way to my kitchen table. Everyday they smile with delight as they announce that they picked their treasures just for me. The love of a child has a way of making even weeds beautiful.
"Aren't they garwjus Mom?" -Claire