There are some weeks, you know the ones, where every minute of the day is full. Full of the mundane:
picking slugs off the lettuce in the garden,
hollering at someone to get her teeth brushed,
cleaning guinea pig poop off the floor where it has been flung,
trying to squeeze in time for a thoughtful photo before the light is gone,
writing a few words that make any sort of sense,
fall into bed unconscious almost before hitting the pillow.
The lists may differ (guinea pig poop isn't a common factor in every person's week), but the perplexed look back at Monday to Friday might instill in you a feeling of what-just-happened-here? like this past week did to me. So I narrow the focus, take a breath, and find beauty in almost completed breakfast.
Barefoot Momma's lovely textured photo gave me that same sense of what it feels to take a moment to oneself, breathe, sip tea (or coffee!) and soak in the words of a well-thumbed book.
Ahhhhhhhhh. Happy weekend, everyone. I wish for you all a moment (or two) for what you most desire.
Uploaded by barefoot momma photography, captured 2 Aug 10.