Captain Mom's Log: Week 8: Day 51

All Things Beautiful

Chalk on the sidewalk
Frogs on doors

Mushrooms peeking out
A vacuumed floor

Words between neighbors
Lack of cat poo

A hug from your child
Moss covered shoes


(please post something that is beautiful to you on this blog post!)

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