My Favorite Season…Life

I am told that my girls will grow up fast…

reminded by reminiscent Grandmothers to enjoy this precious season of life for it will pass too soon…

and I nod my head…
smile with sleep weary eyes..and try to understand how I can capture the essence of the moment while focusing on the big picture and not getting caught up in the “small things.”

I see a beautiful flowering quince bush and take the time to guide my hand through the thorny growth to cut the exact branch I want to grace my mantel… I step back and observe the bush from another angle and find a branch for my table… am arm deep in thorns I realize I cut the wrong branch…should I leave it to dry up and wither or do I find a purpose for it in my home…I am scratched and poked…I remember the pain of new growth is often shrouding a beautiful moment and many times the seemingly miscalculated move is a step in the right direction…….I return to my daughters inside the dry house calling for me to come in from the rain…and share the beautiful arm load of spring dripping drink from each thorn..
the branch found a home on my sink window ledge.

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