Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

This very tulip was nothing but dream last fall, as are they all, but this one was a yellow dream!  And here it is, red with purple center and a leafy red fringe.    I believe it must be a little changeling, or it has mutated over the winter.  I feel certain we planted a yellow one, bought and paid for.   Surprise!

I'm dumbstruck with today. All of a sudden, there are transparent tulips all over the place! Here, in one spot, are practically thirty, each and every one is showered with colors. How many are there? (You may extrapolate to the hidden parts of the tree bed.) This is not a test; this is an intention to perceive.

I remember winter.  Those  bleak-lit days. Day after day; day in day out; crawling along their tedious way.   Snow flakes as big as pillows, ice like cedar. Green needles and melting water slipping through the spaces. Oh yes, and icey stars so clear you want to count them. Have you ever seen too much beauty? To many shimmers tugging, clutching on your soul? Uncut streams of life swirling and spinning? a tiny newborn mite nibbling on a newborn leaf? I found a four-leaf clover pressed and living  in a book  for almost 40 years.

Yellow cups with yellow frills, A city graced with daffodils. Sunny yellow springtime frocks, Pirouette on slender stalks, While graceful leaves caress the air Knowing not a single care, Nor worried over any thing. They live again; it's finally Spring!                            by  Vera of Colorado

Squiva was off on another job and unavailable for a pose, so I asked my friend Robino to fill in.  He was excited to do it, but apparently a stone wall just isn't Robin-roosting material.  He kept asking for a worm, which of course I did not have.   He loved this photo anyway, because his feathers are lying just so, and he has a certain lightness.

Ok, now inhale  [.............]  Ahhh.  Slowly, slowly  [.............]   Ahhhh. One more time  [.............]   Ahhhhh.  Cool, dry and sun-lit spring.