Morning light seeps in and sleepy eyes open in the secret sleeping nook...
Winter mornings in the desert feel like fall would in colder places. Crisp and cool with mere tinges of cold here and there. Some nights drop to freezing, but not all. And sun shines almost everyday, warming the ground in the most delightful way.
So, it is natural that in a place that undoubtedly is lending sun rays, you are motivated to want to see what is going on outside of the the secret little sleeping nook...
The warm light glowing outside the nook curtains, tells of a spring-like December day awaiting your visit.
A tiny peek into life is taken, after a night of journeys through dreamscapes untold...
Little shoes are put on, as groggy steps out the front door loom. It's interesting, what you can see with fresh morning eyes. When they are willing to look closer. To see what this incredible place called earth has to offer...
In the most seemingly mundane spaces, wonderment exists. All we have to do is be willing to open our eyes to see, just so.
The giant apricot tree has finally turned warm shades of golden, and calls out, come play under my branches...
A dreamy escape. There is total disregard for dirt, as laying under the tree seems so much more important. So necessary for the sheer enjoyment of the dance between azure, and cerulean, sunflower and saffron...
It is moments like these, where time stops.
Music rustles through the trees. Winter weather will not truly visit the desert until January, and so today brings an authentic feeling of Autumn. Curiously, one day before the Winter Solstice arrives.
At closer look, the most stunning waves of crimson sap puddles, linger on the tree's bark...
Giant cabochons made of the same sweetness of the tree, silently sit like a vast treasure, undiscovered...
I don't notice until some time has passed, that hidden on the other side of the tree, love has joined me. She sits in the sun, drying a wet coat from morning splashes in the pool, it seems...
And then, a trot of little paws tells me, another slice of love has decided to join me...
Love does seemingly live under the golden apricot tree...
As I look up through the tree, sprites gather in shades of...
Pale Lavender ~
Caribbean Sea~
And Fire ~
I drift away in thought, and for a moment, I am certain I can hear Lisa Lynne's harp in the distance...
After some times passes, I hear the voice of a woodsman (aka Mister Lovee). He has arrived to trim my beloved tree.
Which in the photograph above, looks like a fake back drop, don't you think?
Just like that, Mister Lovee Woodsman sends me off, in search of a new-old treasure he has placed on my wagon. And so I go, with thoughts of baking cookies dancing around me...
The gift I find is a lantern. So that I may see by night, the glowing magic that awaits, if I open my eyes just so...
As cranberry,white chocolate and pecan cookies bake, sending heavenly aromas adrift, I stop and think ~ what a lovely simple little day.
And, I am thankful for the gift to recognize splendid little moments. Moments that are fleeting, and golden...
Do you find yourself making sacred collections of such little moments that take place in your world as well? I would love to know of such moments. Did you have one today?
For now, I must be off to make homemade french fries, but I will see you super soon with a treat ;)
♥ ,V
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