Yesterday we went for a walk.
It was simply too splendid a day to stay inside too much.
I almost consider it sinful to stay in on a beautiful blue-sky day,
the sin of ingratitude being taken quite seriously by saints and poets alike,
and sin meaning to miss the mark--which certainly happens when a day or a moment like this goes unappreciated.
At any rate, yesterday was a day to be thankful,
and it was wonder-full,
and wonderful being with my husband,
and wonderful being in the woods,
and wonderful simply being.