So much depends upon…

Erik has been reciting William Carlos Williams’ poem “So much depends upon a red wheelbarrow…” to Zora for a few days. (Since she’s so exceptional, we’re sure she’ll have it memorized by 3 months!)

I love that poem, the idea that life sometimes hinges on little things.

And here’s my little thing for the day: outside my office window, a crabapple tree is bare and all of its leaves completely cover the lawn and shrubs in gold. One or two red leaves from a nearby bush are mixed in. So I almost missed the cardinal poking its head around in the leaves.