So two days ago our backyard slope looked like this:
Yesterday I spent a few iPod-enhanced hours weeding it. Afterwards, it looked like this:
Notice that I decided to leave the tall grassy “volunteer” that grew right next to the wall.
I had no idea what this plant was or why it was growing there (we certainly didn’t plant it!), but it just seemed like something that should stay. It wasn’t prettier than all the other weeds and it didn’t scream out “don’t pick me,” but for some reason I decided not to yank it.
This morning, less than 24 hours after I finished weeding, this is what I found:
I mean, seriously gorgeous!
Somewhere in this little, tiny tidbit of a story, all my religious/spiritual/philosophical beliefs are encapsulated.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll sit next to this little flower and have a cup of tea.