I deeply enjoy many other blogs. I read when I can, comment when I am awake enough. One I envy for it's calming nature, is A Brit in Tennesee. Not only does she routinely share serene and thought provoking quotes, that the writer in me revels in, she also shares her garden photography which often stops me in my tracks.
It is rare for me to stop in my tracks.
I have been know to stumble in my tracks, weave and bob within them, but rarely do I come full stop. I have a difficult time relaxing. It's a flaw that interferes with my ability to enjoy my life. Rather than forever organizing, cataloging, and checking off the tasks accomplished, I need to stop and breathe.
This Brit, reminds me to do that, and I thank her for that.
Early mornings Keith and I do walk our gardens. He observes birds, checks clouds for weather, sips his coffee slowly, toes the dirt checking for moisture while I am thinking about the next task of the day.
I often miss the beauty in front of me. But, when he noticed a collection of water on a cabbage leaf, I did stop and look.
I am so glad I did. The curve of the leaf, the shape of the rain drop bubble, the brilliance of the morning light. It was a full stop moment.
Dear Donna, I am most humbled....
ReplyDeleteThank you for the kind comments, and know that I am touched to learn that you find comfort and serenity from my little corner of the blog world.
You, on the other hand, share with your readers, a fly on the wall look, into the effort it takes to plan, execute and manage a working farm.
No small task, especially on a tight budget.
I am always fascinated after reading your posts and enjoy learning more about the homesteading practices.
That cabbage leaf is perfect...what beauty !
Hugs,
~Jo
Jo, you're the photographic wind beneath my wings! Carry on!
DeleteIt is these little moments that we often take for granted that really can stop us once we stop and look. I have been mesmerized by raindrops on flower petals and leaves as well. Sample beauties are generally the most overlooked by nearly all of us. Thanks for sharing your "aha" moment.
ReplyDeleteIt helps that I am not a morning person by nature. So I move slowly until I get that first pot of coffee in.
DeleteSimply Beautiful well done seester.
ReplyDeleteMiss you! See you Sunday.
DeleteRaindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens... except yours is raindrops on cabbage. Do you have any whiskery kittens there? I know what you mean about always thinking about what you have to do next. My fault lies in looking at my gardens and seeing the weeds, rather than looking at my gardens and seeing the flowers. I like the blog you are referring to, as well. -Jenn
ReplyDeleteNow you've gone and done it Jenn. That was my moms favorite movie, one of her favorite songs. Miss her more every day. So RUDE of her to die at age 67!
DeleteThere is beauty in almost everything. I am constantly in awe; too much so maybe.
ReplyDeleteThe closer I creep to 60 the more I recognize the "awe". Aging has so many benefits.
DeleteThose photos are wonderful. I adore Nature...it's so beautiful. Your morning routine sounds wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rain. And the morning routine is one we both love. If we skip it, for whatever reason, we feel a bit "off" all day.
DeleteI could get lost in nature, Donna. Take me for a walk out there, and I'll lose an entire day. I chuckled when reading about you and Keith, walking the gardens in the morning. Because that's what I like to do. Aren't vegetable leafs, magnificent! Aren't slugs and snails awful, when they eat them to bits! Here's to a healthy cabbage crop, in your and Keith's future. :)
ReplyDeleteThe cabbage crop is looking good. I love to use crushed egg shells around their bases to slice up those little slugs when they try to cross my "moat".
DeleteBeautiful! You should send that to Tim Cook as the next backdrop of Apple’s IOS....
ReplyDeleteApple IOSXXX, by Donna....’Cabbage’
Water on a cabbage leaf.... such a simple joy yet soooooo beautiful. Thank you for sharing that beauty here on your blog, Donna. Lovingly, Andrea xoxo
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