I love this progression. From bud to opening, albeit one petal at a time.
As though holding onto a secret. Giving just a glimpse of what that little fist of a flower holds inside.
Every time I see this occur, this gradual unfolding, I am filled with awe. And I’m just as excited to witness this evolution as I was the time before.
I may not have the means to buy a house. To renovate and knock down walls and all that. I don’t have that much decorating drama going on in my life.
Been there, done that. Another time, another life.
It wasn’t all that fulfilling, to tell you the truth. The anticipation of it was more exciting than the actual event. But then that’s the case with many expectations and things we yearn for, isn’t it?
All this to say, I find that the every day simple acts of nature are much more satisfying in the big scheme of things.
I’m so grateful for these small gifts that give me immeasurable joy.