My husband and I recently had the chance to see the Shaw Festival's production of "Our Town" by Thornton Wilder (a wonderful birthday gift from one of my dear brothers and my sister-in-law and their kids). It was such a fabulous production: I really can't say enough about the excellence of everything, and you should go see it if you can. What I loved most about the play was that it reminded us - even pleaded with us - to pay attention to and delight in the everyday glories of life. This is a message that is very dear to my heart: I've always strived to appreciate life's simple wonders. I don't always succeed. So by sharing some images from my everyday, maybe I can help myself - and maybe even a couple others - appreciate what each day gives us.
So here goes . . .
In my meagre attempts to exercise, I try to go for a stroll everyday after lunch. One of the things I love most about living in a neighbourhood is that I can walk the same streets so many times and see new things each time. These photos are from a recent stroll, and I caught these interrupted moments of childhood creativity: same day, different streets. These sights made me smile as I imagined the conversations and imaginations that went into what was going on before their creators were called away.