Sunshine on my Heart
I got a terrible sunburn today, right over my heart, but I sort of like it. I'm going to wear it with pride, like a badge of honor for my beloved sun. Or maybe like a badge of stupidity for not knowing when enough is enough. Perhaps I'll wear it like a badge of infidelity, for betraying the security of the moon. My son thinks it looks just like a butterfly, so maybe it'll be a badge of metamorphosis. Or something.
Besides realizing today that the sun has awakened a poetic streak in me lately, I learned from my four year old the true definition of perfection.
per·fec·tion 
[per-fek-shuh
n] –noun
| 1. sitting naked outside in the morning sunshine, in front of an easel, thoroughly immersed in the pleasures of spreading color on every inch of white paper with a paintbrush. 2. being a mother, sitting quietly and observing this beautiful scene. 3. eating Chunky Monkey and listening to your favorite music while writing and reliving the beautiful moment. |
3 comments:
Did I tell you that I was inspired by you to plant some sunflowers in the backyard for the kids?
I love hearing that I inspire people. Especially when it's something beautiful like planting sunflowers.
Did you do the sunflower house thing?
When they get to be about a foot tall, plant some morning glories next to them so they can climb.
I planted them in the shape of an E with enough space so that we can sit, or lay, between the rows and enjoy some privacy.
Much to my dismay, only 5 of the two packets of seeds have sprouted so far.
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