Seeing Beauty.

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We went for a walk and couldn't get to our favorite nettle patch because of the thistles. And then we saw they were covered with dancing butterflies.

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I woke early and tired with a tight back. I stumbled into the kitchen and noticed that we should have mopped two weeks ago. And then I turned on the espresso machine and started my day, sitting in the warm sunshine, a sleepy smile on my face, my favorite mug full of goodness.

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Sage wanted Pete's attention and play this morning before Pete was ready to leap into fathering. Sage was dissapointed. Then he remembered that I thrifted a mower yesterday and headed out gleefully, unasked, to mow the front yard.

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…And I went to change our bedsheets and noticed my knitting lying there, and remembered how close I was to casting off the body, and delighted as much as Lupine does in the sparkles hidden in the yarn.

Most days it is simply a matter of perspective, now isn't it?

5 thoughts on “Seeing Beauty.

  1. Amy says:

    Isn’t it just so important to see beauty where you can? Sometimes I have to actually stop myself and take notice, or the days just rush by and I miss it…

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