I work all day tomorrow and I don’t want to get too far behind so I’m working ahead tonight (just don’t get use to me being early)

Day 3 -- Flowers

I’m thankful for flowers. In the spring tiny crocus are the first sign of warmth coming, they add beauty and color in all but the coldest and darkest of months.

I’m always a little sad to see the last flowers go for the winter, but I know they’ll return next year


Day 2 — Fall leaves

Day 2 -- Fall Leaves

I’m grateful for fall leaves. They make for a perfect walk for sensory seekers, a bed for jumping in, and compost for my garden.

There is something unique about going for a slow Sunday walk through leaf covered pathways

Day 1 -- My Neighborhood

I love my neighborhood. A few blocks that is it’s own little community within the city. Friends who step up and are there for each other, people who care individually for each other just because and not because there are a lot of conditions attached or because they have to get along because the kids are involved in the same activity. I don’t know that I’ve given as much to what it means to be a part of this neighborhood, but I am very grateful for what I have received.

It’s snowed (again) for the past few days. This morning all of the beautiful spring flowers were drooping from the weight of the gloom and snow. By the time I went for my Sunday afternoon walk a few had recovered.


I have been feeling so much like all the spring flowers, droopy from the weight of everything — wondering where my sunshine is to melt away the cold and heavy snow.

By the time spring decides to come and {mostly} stay we’ve gone around the winter/spring turn stall so much I’m dizzy. Welcome to Utah 🙂

I am finding more and more spring color on my walks though, I came across these today after snow and high wind warnings earlier today.

Hello Spring?!?

Crocus are the bravest of all the flowers. They push out of the still frozen ground and sleepy winter to brighten up the earth. They put forth their best face and brighten the world around them even when there is snow outside.

Yellow Crocus

Purple Crocus

Purple Crocus

These were taken on the 9th, I’m passing a lot more crocus on my walks now and even an occasional daffodil.

I got to St George a little bit early a few weeks ago and walked around the temple with my camera. As I came around to the staircases facing east there was a runner resting on the steps. I don’t know how far he’d come, how use to running he was, if it was his first time running or if he is preparing for the upcoming Ironman. I do know he looked tired and like he had given everything he had to give and had stopped for some peace and solitude.

How often in our life are we able to stop and find solitude or do we just keep running?

Rest for the running