Looking at My Woodpile
I enjoy staring out the window. Maybe it’s my basically lazy nature, but I find a lot of loveliness in my own yard, and don’t mind taking the time to let it sink in. I heard about a woman that wrote an entire book based on the comings and goings of her family, and how she watched the world go by as she sat by the window shelling peas and folding socks.
Apparently she didn’t even read it for a number of years, thinking it was just a day by day boring account of a tired housewife. When she finally started back at chapter 1, she was astonished by her accomplishment and could see the loveliness in her own words. She rarely left the house, and most of her time was occupied with picking up toys and cooking. Yet she created a beautiful and meaningful story for herself and her children- one I’m sure they treasured forever.
I love things like this!