"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread..."
"...places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul." - John Muir (once again)
This Thanksgiving it dawned on me that every year, Thanksgiving in our little Northern Cali town happens to be beautiful. Drop dead,take-my-breath-away BEAUTIFUL. Cause we're lucky like that.
So Darin and I took a little ramble around his mom's neighborhood, which also happens to be my old neighborhood where I was a teenager walking up to swing at the park at night and singing songs to the moon. All these trees, the fine skies, the bright vibrantly green overgrown witchy-wild yards and fields and leaves and vines, maples and hollyberries and ponderosa pines hold tiny stories of our lives. The twisty roads with bumps and curves, the layers upon layers of magically colorful hillsides, the shade and sun and secret hiding places.