A Commonplace Life

"A commonplace life, we say and we sigh;But why should we sigh as we say? The commonplace sun in the commonplace sky Makes up the commonplace day. The moon and the stars are commonplace things, The flower that blooms and the bird that sings; But sad were the world, and dark were our lot, If flowers failed to bloom and the sun shone not. And (she) who seeth each separate soul, Out of commonplace things makes (her) beautiful whole." —Susan Coolidge, 1892

Some of the moments from the last month that made up my days.