Two mornings a week I drop Bushboy off early for jazz band. I don’t have to be at the office for another 30 minutes, so I often go down to the water to read, watch the birds, knit or listen to CBC. It’s a nice way to start my day, especially when we have a crisp, clear morning as we did today.
As I was taking pictures down at the water, my eye was caught by something bright. On one of the many memorial benches placed along the path, someone had left a pot of flowers. The sun was glistening off the wet petals, and lending a lovely warmth to the scene. I found myself really drawn to the simple scene, and thankful to the person who left such a nice gesture for everyone to enjoy. It really did make my day.