“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

1.27.2010

A Short List of My Day

a beautiful piece of light this morning

the scent of an orange on my fingertips
stacks of shimmering blue paper
worn out black cowboy boots still a perfect fit
first names ending in s
white clouds in a blue morning sky

Today was just that way.

12 comments:

  1. worn out cowboy boots???....those are the best kind !

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  2. that's a great way for a day.

    love this photo. i've taken similar shots of light created through my blinds. was that where your light formation came from too?

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  3. Beth - Absolutely! :)

    Georgia - I think the blinds were up . . . nope. You're right. Only one set was up; I think the light was coming through the side edges of the closed blinds? How funny that I'm unsure. Lordy. Getting old.

    :) Debi

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  4. sounds like the most perfect day :-) the very best kind!! xo

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  5. "How funny that I'm unsure. Lordy. Getting old." Does "women of a certain age" come to mind?? Ha!! Love your short list and worn out boots are the best (as is 4WD - you are so right).

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  6. oh.how.i.relish.this.list.the.light.
    my.boots.are.red

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  7. I wish i still had my old ostrich skin cowboy boots from college.
    love the light in this photo.
    sounds like a nice day.

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  8. The only time I have ever disagreed.- "Worn out cowboy boots"? there is no such thing,,:)

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  9. Sounds like the best kind of day!!!

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  10. It DOES sound like the best kind of day...noticing the simple things in life.

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  11. Beautiful light. Sounds like a perfect day...

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  12. Beautiful simplicity. The lights on your wall look like a giant vertical feather.
    I am so glad I dropped in on your blog this lovely morning. xoxox

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