I spent this May Day morning
with my mom and four-year-old son
at the local arboretum,
which has miles of beautiful
trees and flowers everywhere you look.
But, for me, the most magical scenes
of the morning were:
1) Watching my son learn to roll
down a hill…and then take in the view
2) The image of a bright red barn
in the distance, watching over the world
3) Hearing the sound of flute music
wafting through the spring branches
as we walked the paths.
Eventually, a woman playing a
Native American flute approached us.
We thanked her for the wonderful music
and she said she finds joy every day,
walking these paths and playing her flute.
My son was mesmerized and
followed in her footsteps,
just soaking up the sounds.
What a gift.
