Our canal loop this January has been filled with water and ice. The river has run high, runoff from the snows in Pennsylvania as well as our local rains pushing at the islands and creating ice floes. Tiny ice shelves hang out over the rush as the channels quiet. One warm day, and a turtle edges out to absorb the sun.
"Life is so daily," was my father's mantra, often delivered with a shake of the head and rueful smile. This blog documents my unrueful search for and exploration of the joys in the mundane. At the core, for me, my joy is in my intimates, tight connections with my husband, my sons, my friends. But this exploration focuses on the objects and experiences running parallel to my peeps that catch me off-guard, or that I consciously seek, to flare delight.
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