Just an ordinary day

Not quite Flanders Fields, but beautiful nonetheless.

Just an ordinary day in my village. It started with the call to prayer at 4.52 AM (I was already awake!) Did some yoga, washed up, ¬†got dressed, had my yogurt and muesli. As I looked out my window to check the weather, I saw the milk truck stopped and picking up milk from the local farmers. As I was waiting for the bus to go to work I saw a stork land on a roof top. He took off before I could capture him on the camera. Walking home from work I saw beautiful poppies along the road (don’t know if they were opium or not–they were just beautiful). Then there was the farmer in the field with his scythe cutting down the foliage that has grown there. Then I found a blooming thistle plant (just for you Josh!) It is just an extraordinarily beautiful day and I am so happy to be a part of it. Simple things in life are what make each day worthwhile. It reminds me of a line from the poem Pippa Passes by Robert Browning:

God’s in his (her) heaven, All’s ¬†right with the world.

Farmer with his scythe
Finished stairs


Josh’s Thistle
The milk truck

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A 60 something woman who has run off to faraway places with the Peace Corps.

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