Treasures at the end of the road

We can only be said to be alive in those moments
when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.
Thornton Wilder

I finally got the sun and the light I was asking for. After dropping him on the soccer field I left Sweet Son with his friends for a while and went walking a bit in search of Winter marvels. The ones I know are there for having seen them the previous years. The air was cold and crept in my winter jacket and I was not going to complain. Just made a mental note to add an extra layer next time around 😉

There it was just as I remembered, this path in the woods I had taken a few years back. It now looked so different. The lush greens of that Summer had given way  to this Winter frozen brown. However if my memory served me right, there should still be some treasures at the end of the path. Darling Daughter was getting a bit cold and I still wanted to show her the pond I remembered.

I was so happy to have found it again and even more happy to share its beauty with Darling Daughter. Taking as many photographs as I could before we left to walk back to the car, I kept on smiling feeling so lucky to have found my way back to this hidden treasure.

Tell me dear friend, what did you do this week-end? Did Winter share some of its treasures with you this Sunday?