It is a beautifully sunny day, though a bit chilly this morning.
Charlie and I have already made our rounds outside on the patio, checking up on the flowers and plants. I always take my camera to see what I can capture for you.
This was on the clematis vine. I loved the texture of it. I’ve already had many white flowers on the clematis vine this year.
Yesterday afternoon I spent some time rolling around on my garden cart snipping and doing maintenance to my plants.
It’s one of my favorite things to do. I so enjoy checking out each flower and bud and tiny vegetable. I spend that time looking closely at how everything is formed.
I sit and reflect and contemplate and enjoy the wonder of it all.
There is nothing as beautiful and perfect as nature. There is so much to see.
I like to spend a bit of time with each plant. I snip old blooms and leggy plants. Sometimes I move little seedlings around to spots I’ve just laid a bit bare. I sit and look around me and take it all in. Every bit of it.
I hear the three wind chimes as well as the water fountain. And the occasional chirping of birds in the tree, which is ablaze with white blooms.
Ivy watches me from her high perch. Charlie noses around sniffing. Sometimes I can see his leg shaking and know he needs to go in and rest. So I get up and let him in.
Then I make the rounds again. Checking for bugs and watching the butterflies and bees.
Yesterday out in front I saw a hummingbird. It was magical.
I have the envious position of getting to do this every day, and I never stop being grateful for it.
I hope others sheltering at home go outside and watch spring evolve into summer. Maybe they’ve never really had much time for it before. Maybe they have small children and their days are full.
Mine was once too. I stayed home with two little girls and joined in with the neighbors and their kids and handed out Kool-aid and watched over them.
Life seemed so simple then. No cell phones to intrude. No one watching a screen instead of visiting with the other mothers.
It was just a more uncomplicated time and I look back on it fondly. And wonder if life could ever be so innocent and effortless again.
“A child’s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood.” – Rachel Carson
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