i’d brought my binoculars to get a closer look at the pair of hawks sitting shoulder to shoulder in the sycamore.
i’d brought a tissue, two in fact, for my nose and the nose of the little one holding my hand.
i’d brought my camera to capture the ice on the stream and the kittens frisking under the forsythia.
i’d thought of getting some free mulch from North Star Tree Service for the underbrush in the woods.
i’d brought a magnifying lens to look up-close at the patterns on the underside of the bark.
i’d brought a zoom lens (if i had one) to catch a picture of the bright red cardinals in the bare branches of the trees. are their colors getting deeper as the temperatures get colder or do they just stand out more against the backdrop of winter?
i’d brought a warmer pair of mittens.
Instead, it was just me and Elizabeth. Morning chores. The collecting of wood scraps to stir up the woodstove. A trail of cats in front of us, a line of chickens behind us. And lots of stopping along the way to notice, to look closely, to guess, to admire.
And sometimes, that’s perfectly enough.
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Beautifully said, Molly…
beautiful post 🙂
I LOVE this Molly. I have these kinds of thoughts so often. What a great way to capture what you were thinking.
this is so so good.i think like this too!
Sounds perfect to me.Sometimes those moments are best left in our own thoughts.Cameras never do justice to some beauty.
I think this sounds just perfect, too.
I’ve found myself many of times wishing I had my camera and then think that sometimes it’s nice to experience things just the way they are without trying to capture the moment but to appreciate it as it is. Love your blog!
you know… there is something about just being w/ a small person. my little makes me notice the smallest flowers. she smiles at them all – it’s really great to see things from a different and new perspective and have it be ENOUGH. 🙂
that’s such a perfect post Molly, gorgeous!
I like the image of you walking with cats and kittens in front and chickens behind. You make chores sound magical Molly.
pretty prose… my chores don’t conjure up that kind of lovely imagery. Maybe I need to get some better chores…