There is a corn field I’ve been driving by for months. . . just dried husks and stalks remain, having fulfilled its corn-destiny.
Rushing by~“to do” list in hand focused on crossing off the next task~ I noticed a flash of blue out of the corner of my eye passing by last week.
Beckoned, I was rewarded by the sight of Morning Glories growing with abandon. . .
Since blooms only last a few hours each morning, I was thankful for this gift of blue in a field of brown~ especially so in hindsight since the field was mowed two days later.
The garden as a metaphor for life, here are a few things I was reminded of. . .
There is beauty in ordinary things, but you have to slow down long enough to see them.
Appearances can be deceiving and usually deserve a second look.
Hold on to what you love and let go of what doesn’t matter.
When things get tough, just hang on.
A little support makes life easier.
Love is all around you.
Pay attention to what you love.
Whatever you do, do with all your heart.
Take time to enjoy the blooms.
Everyday invites you to find your place in the sun.
Life is short.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
“The morning glory which blooms for an hour differs not at heart from the giant pine, which lives for a thousand years.”
― Alan Wilson Watts