“Be silent or let thy words be worth more than silence.”
Yesterday morning, when I was the garden, I felt something different in the air; the heat of summer is behind us. My tomato harvest is dismal in comparison to prior years and there’s not a dang thing I can do about it.
For all the control I like to think I have, some things are simply beyond my reach. It isn’t a year for tomatoes but my early spring radishes were the best ever. One can’t have everything and why would I want to?
It is in times of want when I learn to appreciate what I have been given. It is in times of trials when I learn the greatest lessons. It is when I learn to let go that I come to take hold of that which is priceless.
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- Open windows; fresh air.
- Maya dreaming.
- Bees in the peppermint.
- A washed floor.
- A long conversation with my daughter.