I pushed the wheel barrow halfway to the barn yard gate before looking down and seeing the single white phlox looking back at me.
I didn’t notice it when I cut the tall stems from the flower bed in front of the house. I didn’t see it when I scooped up all the cuttings and leaves, piled them into the wheel barrow and placed the rake on top of it all.
I smiled back at the flower, clipped the stem and brought it into the house. I took a small blue glass bottle from the windowsill in the laundry room, filled it with water, put the phlox in it, then put it on Jon’s desk.
Sometimes, when such a small thing can bring me such unexpected joy, I wonder if I’m not a little simple.
Part of the fun of cleaning up the flower beds is giving the dead flowers and leaves to the donkeys and sheep to snack on. In a way, it’s like composting. I get it all back in donkey manure, which I spread on the same flower gardens I just cleaned out.
I like being a bit simple if that’s what you call an innate appreciation for all things. Just coming in from my own garden, planting bulbs brought over by a neighbor and then coming back into the house to enjoy the 8 week old kittens bouncing about – how much better could life get??
That sound lovely to me Linda. This is something for me to think about….
I don’t believe that finding joy in small things being simple, I find it being in touch with the greater joy and love in the universe.
That’s a lovely point of view Kathryn. Thank you.