OK, so there’s no park. Or George, for that matter. Although I have been known to call one of the cats ‘George’ on occasion. Instead, it was a beautiful, quiet Sunday morning spent in the garden.
Yesterday’s storminess gave way to a spectacular morning.
The windows are open, fresh air is streaming in and some wonderful classical music is playing in the background.
It is simply glorious.
And I got a new camera last Sunday, so the posts will predominantly feature photos from the garden while I learn to use the beast.
Summer officially arrives tomorrow. Yeah.
This little flower appeared in the garden seemingly over night. It’s so tiny that I initially overlooked it. That happens when I’m stressed and not looking at the world with an open mind.
I’m taking this as Mother Nature’s slap upside the head to start observing the small things – and stop getting buried by the daily minutia, irrelevantly arcane and truly trivial things that I have no control over.