That was the frustration I'd hear from our neighbor, Mrs. Lampe, when I'd walk past her house and not comment on the pretty flowers. I was in grade school at the time so naturally I wrote her off as a crazy, old lady. [Who resonates pretty well with me, these days, as I evolve into one and the same.]
I don't know how you can miss my flowers. They're everywhere. But sometimes we get so wrapped up in our over-burdened lives that we tend not to see all beauty that surrounds us.
And, I will confess ~ I can't be too peeved at M for ignoring the pretty parts of life. Because I've been doing the same, darn thing. All summer long.
Not sure what possessed me to make this the year to Get Everything Done. To finish ALL of the landscaping. To do ALL of the repairs on this fixer upper house. To train both horses. Inspire Bad Dog to become a model citizen. Learn how an organic farm works...
Yup. Two stranger than fiction epiphanies in the span of five minutes:
- The local anchorman reported something meaningful.
- I've frittered away my entire summer being productive!
So, who's up for a play date??? I can have the horses saddled in no time...