My word for 2015 is Notice. I love to observe, but am humbled by how often I realize how much I miss. I’m looking, but not seeing. So this year, my intention is to take notice of what’s happening around me. I’ll post here some of what I notice each week. I look forward to knowing what you’ve Noticed, too!
428. There’s something sacred about the sound of birds singing just before dawn.
429. Tom and I spotted a whirlwind of leaves moving slowly across an open field.
430. Listening to great live bluegrass music on a cool mountain evening is magical.
431. Every time I go to (the original) Mast General Store and Rivercross Market (their handmade gallery, which is next door to the main store), I find something I MUST have.
432. Lunch always tastes better when eaten as a picnic – especially in the NC hills.
433. Having someone else refer to us as ‘old’ makes it seem more real.
434. Tom makes ‘being 70’ work.
435. Beacon Heights (on the BRP) is ALWAYS worth the hike.
436. Just when I think American politics can’t get any lower or stranger – reality hits.
437. The dragonflies continue to multiply.
What have you noticed this week?
2 thoughts on “taking notice ~ week 32”
1. Fresh figs – a true seasonal treat, once-a-year succulence tarted up with a little goat cheese.
2. The right fabrics just seem to jump out of my stash into my hand when I am ready. Two prints featuring birch bark? Seriously.
3. Beautiful roses from Trader Joes and whoa–those golden ones are actually SMELLING like roses!
4. Mom enjoying fresh, ripe peach slices brought from home.
thanks, Penny, i can taste those figs and peaches from here. and i can almost smell those roses and see that fabric.
thanks, too – to all of you who’ve shared your ‘noticings’ more privately!