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Limbs & Roots
Did you know that some trees look the same on top and bottom?
Limbs, branches, twigs stretch up and out, toward the sun; roots and tendrils reach down and out, toward the water, food.
In some trees, roots grow as deep as the limbs are high.
High Aspirations
Notice that Lucas doesn’t say he wants to be Spider-man when he grows up. He says he will be.
Dream big, little one, and don’t ever stop.
#miss
A Purple Sign of Spring
Leaving school today, I was so weary.
Snow-day makeups and a later-than-usual Spring Break have us trudging through day after day, week after week, with not a break in sight. Papers from the first semester are still piled up, awaiting the filing I never had time for, since they took back our post-exams workday. Yep, I’m out of paperclips. Yep, I’m out of space. Yep, I’m in need of some R&R.
And then the sun’s warmth enveloped me on the way across the parking lot.
And then, there in front of my car, was a beautiful surprise: purple flowers!
They’re probably weeds … or maybe clover, which may be weeds, too. I don’t know. I’ve never been that good at IDing the flora.
But they were so beautiful! The picture just doesn’t do them justice.
And I SO needed that.
And the Heavens Opened Up
Not really.
But I do love it when the sun’s rays shoot out from behind the clouds.
It’s like my inner three-year-old jolts to life or something. I’m all, “Yes! Do it again!”
This week has been tough, like two weeks of work jam-packed into one and two days of feeling running over by the head cold Mack truck.
And tonight was the funeral-home visitation for Kevin’s grandmother, who passed away Wednesday, after more than two weeks of misery and suffering in the hospital.
She was an amazing woman, Mae Simpson, and she will be terribly missed by her family and friends.
The last thing she said to Kevin, after telling him he needed to go home and be with his family instead of sitting at the hospital with her, was that she was going to be all right “either way.”
This afternoon, staring at the sun rays, I couldn’t help but wonder what the view was like from her side.
Colored Pencil Girl
I found this today when Atticus and I were looking through paper to find some more for his work.
I did it sometime last fall, I think. It’s in colored pencil.
And before you ask — it’s nobody.
I can’t draw somebody in particular to save my life, but I can draw somebody who sorta looks like somebody could look.
Kevin said he thought her eyes look alive, like they’re looking at you. I thought that was pretty cool!
Distorted Views
I took this picture today as we were driving across the Main Street bridge, heading south.
Those cut-outs in the concrete railing, which appear diagonal because of our speed (which, Kevin assures me, was not above the limit), are in reality vertical.
Weird, huh?
It makes me think…
Sometimes I’m careening through my days at what seems like ten times what must be the limit.
I wonder what that must do to my ability to assess reality and how many poor decisions I’ve made simply because I acted on my distorted view.
Squiggly Forest
I don’t think there’s ever been a forest like this.
That used to be enough to make me put down my markers and go home. It wasn’t real art unless it made sense.
Now I know that’s yet another trap countering my creativity.
Does it really matter if anyone else gets it?
Nope. Not a bit.
Up a Winter Tree
If I were a squirrel would I still love the view up a winter tree?
Or would I, having always known it, never even really see it?
Imagination
I cut this out of a magazine years ago for a bulletin board in my classroom. I still like it lots.