As I washed the breakfast dishes this morning I felt the sun streaming through the window and looked up. This little corner was aglow with the yellow of the flowers and the sun, the orange glass vase like a flame nudging me to pay attention.
I am tempted to say "Where has this year gone?" But I know. By bits and moments, some that I want to hold on to, others that I am happy to let slip away.
I am thankful for those flames that send me reaching for my camera and pen. I am thankful to writers to encourage others, writers who share their hearts, and new to me writers who make lovely lists.