"A day of wonder", may sound bland and dry. I'm at my age in life I pay closer attention to the small things, many years ago probably I would never given a passing glance. Just as an example: My mother had a bed of cacti that bloomed with the prettiest silkiest flowers. She would remark of their beauty and daintiness. I would agree, and just go about my day. Yesterday, I noticed ones I had moved from her yard to my yard in bloom. I am beginning to appreciate more and more those "small things". Maybe it is a lot of things that make me look on things differently now. Our concerns in life become so much deeper as we age perhaps, or the way time speeds so fast with all the new inventions we've experienced. I remember a time when so much of farming was done with horses to power them, a very common sight, as I lived all of my early years on farms. Very few barns remain today that housed the farm animals. Sad in a lot of ways, but still our days are filled with "wonder" at all we see, feel and do. Time does go on, and takes us with it, but there is so much "wonder" in a day.
Enjoy the day!
Grandma
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