You know how in winter if the windows get all icy and pretty parents tell their children that Jack Frost came in the night and made everything beautiful? I got up early this morning to get some work done before I woke up the kids and when I looked out the window the first thing I thought was that Maxfield Parrish had come and painted the sky during the night. He does this around here every once in awhile, and I’ve tried to get it down in photos before. There’s something about the light that never seems to translate well enough and so now I just like to watch how the air seems to be yellow, rosy, and warm, and the green pine needles in my back yard shine that light back up to the sun.
I hear the creaking bunk bed, which means that someone is climbing down for breakfast and maybe to spend a few minutes with me here on the couch under this old blanket. We have five minutes to look at the sky together before getting ready to go.