Today we walked half-way across the Golden Gate Bridge on a beautiful day. We went up to Hawk Hill. Grandchild found a stick and a hole. Add two rocks and a home for a bird in her nest appeared. Life works like that.
What was said to the rose that made it open was said to me here in my chest.
2 thoughts on “Father’s Day”
Your pictures are beautiful. A child’s imagination is boundless — how creative! Also loved the pristine picture of the Golden Gate Bridge.
Thank you Ning. Yes, I’m totally enchanted with watching and listening to the “little guy”. He’s so creative and it’s so “real” for him. I enter his world, enchanted, and bubble with and within it. It was a most beautiful day, as you see. ❤