It's fun, relaxing, and whimsical. We tuck the stones in among other rocks to bring joy. A minion even appeared.
The morning feels like it did the day we gathered acorns and painted them that long autumn afternoon years ago. In any season, nature offers something to paint. This winter, maybe we'll paint icicles.
I remember the ancient lesson: In any season, in any circumstance, there's something to gather to turn towards beauty. There's Art there, always.
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