Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Can  you see the root inching over to the path?  Perhaps a voyage in the making?  I have heard that very often a tree may decide that it's time to venture out, or at least to stick a toe in the waters of a new life. 

Here is our magic tree with its pet rock, returned after a storm - lashed voyage to ...somewhere

The hunt is on! Where were they planted? Here, there? Down the hill, past the yellow tree, next to the fence by the smallest tree? But which smallest tree? Which fence? It's not as though you have a nice row with a stake holding up a seed packet! Thank goodness we put a chopstick next to some of them, but the wood chipper has been here. Could this be one of ours? And there it is--barely sticking up, bitten and short, but with 'volunteer' clearly etched in ballpoint. Can you believe it? How beautiful is our very own daffodil. I know lucky Wordsworth saw ten thousand at a glance but I can't think of anything more happy-making than a single, tall, slightly eaten daffodil of one's own.

I was wandering home along a shortcut, considering the makeup of a mirror. Not that I would mention it. Yet on this shortcut home, while toying with the concept of reflected things, there appeared before me the likeness of a fence. An analog, a semblance really; a sun-reflected rubbing in my path.

Thank goodness the blossoms arrived in time to cover the afternoon soccer game!

How do you know it's spring at last?  I looked at the calendar and  wasn't sure, but then I saw the blue, blue sky reflected in a spring raindrop. 

It's another rainy evening, with my cat curled up and the windows streaked.