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.
-Evelyn Underhill

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Youth

This week in my garden I was reminded that life begins with the young looking quite different from what they'll be when mature.  Like these fawns with their white spots. . . .