There is always something beautiful to be found in this world. Can’t see it? Keep looking.
Happy Wednesday, friends!
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Silent Sunday
The Best We Can Do
I don’t know who among us needs to hear this but it’s ok if all you do today is survive.
Sometimes that’s the best we can do. Sometimes survival is all we can manage. Sometimes that just has to be enough.
Give yourself some grace today and count your survival as a victory.
Have a good day, friends.
That Moment In Spring
There’s always a moment in spring when I look around and wonder when everything became so pretty. I had that moment last night when I stepped outside after the rain to take care of a few chores.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been voluntarily sequestered and missing the changes, trying desperately to shake off spring allergies and move on with life. Maybe it really did happen overnight.
Regardless, I suddenly noticed everything was a thousand shades of green, that the trees have filled out, and that the pink and purple creeping phlox are creeping steadily across the hill behind my house.
This clematis has exploded into bloom and is a striking sight, an unexpected outcome considering that this plant was a sad little impulse buy from a clearance rack a few years ago.
This is one of the reasons I appreciate spring. There’s always something new to explore and some little living thing is given a chance to contribute to the beauty and intrigue of this world.
If your spring allergies can stand it, I hope you get outside and enjoy all the beautiful changes in the world this weekend.
Survivor
Meet this sweet little daffodil. She comes back year after year despite her less than ideal growing circumstances. You see, she lives in a pile of garden waste. It’s just a big heap of twigs, weeds and old potting soil that I occasionally add to in the edge of the woods.
I like her bravery in the face of adversity and her fight to bloom and be beautiful in the most unlikely place. She’s got spunk!
She’s a survivor.
It gives new meaning to the phrase “bloom where you’re planted.”
Survivor
Meet this sweet little daffodil. She comes back year after year despite her less than ideal growing circumstances. You see, she lives in a pile of garden waste. It’s just a big heap of twigs, weeds and old potting soil that I occasionally add to in the edge of the woods.
I like her bravery in the face of adversity and her fight to bloom and be beautiful in the most unlikely place. She’s got spunk!
She’s a survivor.
It gives new meaning to the phrase “bloom where you’re planted.”