Pomegranates evoke one of my favorite memories of early autumn. Juicy red temptations, packed with tiny seeds of promise.
And still…September, already?
‘Tis the season for reflection, falling leaves and drifting thoughts.
I’m good with retrospectives. As a memoirist, I probably glance in my rear view mirror more often than most. But I’m trying not to dwell in the past or anchor my dreams to a future date, uncertain. Be here, now, I tell myself. There are gifts in this very moment, ripe for the picking.
Be here now! So many times lately as our kids are all grown up I have been thinking about the “lost” times when I was too “busy” to take that extra minute with them for whatever!
No regrets, only lessons. xoxo
I always wish for more time with my kids. What blessings they are, as our our connections with other family members and friends. xo
Lovely photo and sentiments. Great way to start my writing day!
It tickles me, Carol, to think how often it is that we start our writing day together. xo