I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea, on the glancing wing of eager birds, the softly pattering feet of furred and gentle beasts. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Not borne on the morning's wings of majesty, but I have set My feet amidst the delicate and bladed wheat. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Here Today Gone Tomorrow
The Earth laughs in flowers.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
This tiny, delicate flower appeared in the gravel in the front garden walkway, along with Lambs Ear that decided to jump from their bed. I have no idea what it is called, but I am in love with it. I'm so glad I noticed it and photographed it the day I first saw it because now the flowers are spent and gone.
Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time like to have a friend takes time.