We can only be said to be alive
in those moments when our hearts
are conscious of our treasures. ~Thornton Wilder
On a gorgeous fall day, my girls and I decide to go for a picnic. Completely conscious of my treasures, I am alive. Full of deep gratitude.
Biking to the river’s edge, we pass sunflowers, ducks and cursing golfers. When Kaya tells me the sky is popping popcorn, I know life can get no sweeter. Of course, I am totally wrong when it does just that upon beginning our picnic.
We spread out our blanket on a pocket of sand in the midst of a rocky bank. The sun pours all over us while we eat cheese sandwiches and grapes from our neighbors vine. Tummies satisfied, it is time to play. We build sand castles, chasing stick dragons away with rock princesses. We dig our toes in the cold, course sand and throw rocks for Riley to catch.
Apparently cheese sandwiches did not cut it. Because there goes Brenny, again, indulging in her favourite sand snack. She doesn’t make it look so appealing does she?
Until big sis shoves her out of the way for more silliness. And if I can get a shot like this, I’ll ignore that slight shove.
Have I mentioned there was dancing?
Oh yes, at one point all three of us dance along the river bank, for all the eagles, dog walkers and fishies to see. And hear since laughter is our only song.
Barefooting it in the sand while hopping on and over rocks, makes for some snazzy dance steps my friends. You’ll have to take my word for it. Or ask those fishies. Or try it yourself. Yah, I highly recommend that last one.
Just remember to bring your treasures.