The geranium leaves, flaming like a wild last cry, that I pass every morning to my desk.
Watching our school’s fourth grade play the fifth grade run-waddle around on a sparkling fall day with brooms between their legs in an after-school game of Quidditch. Who knew it was a game? Apparently now there is a real World Cup, but here, Gryffindor battled Slytherin with soft balls and lacrosse sticks through tumbling yellow leaves, tryingnot to poke each other with broom handles.
Standing at a Halloween party, being the mommy coat rack, holding at various times: coats, wet towels, a half-eaten taquito, Harry Potter’s glasses, lollipop wrappers.
The abandoned summer “fort” I made for the girls this summer under cottonwood trees in the arroyo. Now forgotten and the hammock covered with leaves, I went down to bring in everything for the winter.
Portraying a scarecrow at our school’s Halloween event, begging little fairies and “monster bears” to come protect me from the scary crows that terrified me. I was rewarded with big growls and protective spells.
How the girls are beginning to notice and claim for themselves, (as opposed to a “mommy-told-me-to-notice” moment), our breathtaking New Mexico sunsets. They’re even grabbing the camera to record some for themselves, calling them “famous painting” sunsets. The lovely gentle-shepherd feeling, that I so often forget to notice, of checking on my girls while they are sleeping, putting my hand near their soft breathing. B is usually huddled inside a pile of quilts, while L has her arms flung either straight out or straight up.
What’s been good in your life this week?