A blueberry morning...
A sun beaming down, a warm babe strapped to your chest kind of morning...
Precious friends sharing in the harvest, sharing in the fun...
Water bottles gulped, beads of sweat rolling down tiny foreheads...
Chubby little fingers picking, small voices asking, "Is this one blue enough?"...
Blueberry mornings.
A peach morning...
An almost didn't happen, but so glad it did kind of morning...
Rain pouring down, rain letting up, lulling littlest sister to sleep...
Small, sticky palms holding on tight...
Shouts of, "It's 'licious, Mama, it's 'licious!," just making us giggle more...
Learning that puddles are for jumping...
And memories are for the keeping...
Peach mornings.
Sweet, sweet mornings are these.
~Katrina
A sun beaming down, a warm babe strapped to your chest kind of morning...
Precious friends sharing in the harvest, sharing in the fun...
Water bottles gulped, beads of sweat rolling down tiny foreheads...
Chubby little fingers picking, small voices asking, "Is this one blue enough?"...
Blueberry mornings.A peach morning...
An almost didn't happen, but so glad it did kind of morning...
Rain pouring down, rain letting up, lulling littlest sister to sleep...
Small, sticky palms holding on tight...
Shouts of, "It's 'licious, Mama, it's 'licious!," just making us giggle more...
Learning that puddles are for jumping...
And memories are for the keeping...
Peach mornings.
Sweet, sweet mornings are these.
3 comments:
Love this post. Love the last picture of the feet...so precious! Glad you guys enjoyed the berries and peaches!
katrina! i love this post. you take us to another place. :)
This really reminds me of The Relatives Came by Cynthia Rylant... just has that feel... you know, when the relatives came up from Virginia when their grapes were almost purple enough to pick. This reminds me again why you should write a book. :)
Post a Comment