I woke this morning to a fresh coat of snow on my balcony that sculpted the pots from my summer garden into frosted cupcakes. It reminded me of how my former garden would look covered in snow. I could almost feel those virgin steps into a pristine tundra full of serendipity.
For the first time in a while, I missed having a garden whose winter bones called me into the cold to capture its quiet beauty. Someday soon, perhaps I’ll have another plot to call my own. My soul seems to be beckoning nourishment from the soil once again.
The flowers of summer will soon give way to autumn foliage, so I’m soaking them in while I can.
Good morning, my friends. As you go through your Saturday, take a moment or two to notice the details of life around you. Often when our big picture is filled with angst, we need the little things to remind us to be grateful.