A pocketful of wildflowers. A heartful of happiness. A mind full of memories.
A beautiful spring day in the North Carolina mountains, where T, N and I walked up a long hill and discovered a field full of green clover, yellow dandelions and more. I had hoped to get a few good sibling photos of the two of them on the fence, with the Blue Ridge mountains rising up in the background. T cooperated, but N was just not in the mood. So I admitted defeat, and allowed them to slip through the fence rails into that inviting sea of greenery. Thus began a constant stream from the field to me, flowers passing from small, chubby fingers to mommy hands. After a few minutes, I was running out of room in my palm, and I wanted to get some candid photos anyway, so I stuck the flowers into my daughter’s hoodie pocket. You would have thought I had come up with the best game ever. Immediately, it was a race to see who could put the most flowers in the pocket. I tried for a few artsy shots of the fun, but the simple ones turned out the best.
Simple flowers. Simple fun. Isn’t that so often the way? How do our lives get so cluttered? Or maybe we should ask why do we allow ourselves to clutter up our lives? We’ve been talking in our home about trying to cut out stress, slow down the busy-ness, simplify our lives. For us, this is starting to mean getting back to the basics: whole, real foods; less “stuff” and more time; being happy with what we have (or renovating things we don’t like into things we do). We’re also going to teach our children in our home–which might defeat that whole “cut out stress” thing. 🙂 It’s definitely going to be an adventure, and you’re invited to journey along with us as we chronicle our mission to Educate/Renovate/Celebrate our life together.
“Walk into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They don’t fuss with their appearance—but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them. If God gives such attention to the wildflowers, most of them never even seen, don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?” (Luke 12:27-28, The Message)