It was an ordinary day.

It was a day. It was an ordinary day. It was the final day in the month of May. The last thing I expected was an encounter with Beauty.  I left my desk feeling tired and dispirited; then returned from the woods spirit-fed and joyful.

I posted these photos in a collage a few minutes ago. It's pretty, but too small for detail, so here they are, individually, from the luminous pale meadow beauty to the good old ordinary green-eyes that stand at attention each day to face the morning sun.









7 thoughts on “It was an ordinary day.

  1. And what a glorious thing to wake up to. Thank you. After I’m caffeinated, you’ve convinced me to cancel or at least postpone the work I was going to do and get outside and see what’s been wrought in the Carolina woodlands.


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