I’ve learned some of my best lessons about life from my garden. And one is that it’s easy to see the big picture-the broad strokes of color, so to speak.
My days go by in those broad colorful strokes. Time with my family, time outside, time with friends. I love the big picture. But lately, I’m trying to pay more attention to the details. Like Amy’s expression of delight when she’s reading Tin Tin , or Willow’s crossed front paws when she sleeps. The artful lines of my Fiesta ware teapot, the subtle age marks on my 100 year old living room floor, and the twinkle in my father’s eyes as he peers out from under the brim of his baseball cap.
In the smallest details, those close-ups, is where the real wonder lies.
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