Almost April, and it's raining. On our last March walk, the river was the lowest I have ever seen, roots exposed in sinewy twists down to rocks along the channels. But then a soft rain began, continued for several days, and is returning.
"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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