This week again it was hard to move my soul to celebration. But, once more, I think that I am getting this idea of celebrating wrong. I am concentrating on the grand moments of life. The blow out the candle and make a wish moments and not realizing that these glorious moments are built on celebrating the ordinary moments of my life.
One of the consistent ordinary moments of my life is my morning walk. This week there has been much to celebrate about my my morning ambulations.
The first is the beauty of my little town all decked out and waiting for the holiness of Christmas and the fun of Santa.
The second ordinary moments on my walks I celebrate this week has been the amazing balmy December weather we have been enjoying this December in New Jersey.
And this third ordinary moment I captured was this poor, little, confused pussy willow trying to bloom for Christmas:
I felt like he was the Little Drummer Boy of the the tree world this week. Trying to show some flourish up against all those big pines full of lights and colored ornaments.
Wishing you a week filled with ordinary moments worth celebrating,