Spring. Birds twirting as early morn alarm clock. Buds tickling twigs. And Fresh dirt. I hadn’t visited my garden since the fall, and smirked with glee. I had asparagus… long and tall and skinny, sprouting from fresh dirt – rejuvenated from a winter’s nap. As I dug, and let the dirt crumble through my fingers, I saw beauty. Big clods. Fine morsels. Parts moist. Some dry. Grey or black as a silent cave. Dirt speckled with autumn’s remnants. Baby twigs peppering the soil. It all was gorgeous.
- “Somewhere’s Beauty”
This reminded me of a twisted, dirt-caked glory I spied during my Ireland journey. Just like knotwork, this remnant of wire spread over and under, exploring its space. Intrigued, I rescued it. The wire embellished itself with splotches of rust, gentle curves, mysterious entanglements, luscious windows, and hints of color. There is indeed beauty for every inch. “Somewhere’s Beauty” is my tribute to this phenomenon. May you spy beauty in your day.
How do you celebrate the beauty of your day?
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