"Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow;
they toil not, neither do they spin:
And yet I say unto you,
that even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these."
I'm trying to train myself
to be aware of my surroundings,
especially all of the little beautiful things
that I tend to forget
in the daily chaos of motherhood.
Camellias only bloom for several weeks each year,
but since our bush is out of sight in the back yard,
I sometimes miss much of the blooming season,
just because I have forgotten to look.
The camellias now share the table with Valentine roses,
which help me rejoice
in my husband's affection
every time I walk through the room.
I made a goal this afternoon
to walk around our yard and pay attention to the flowers.
Some, like this magnolia (from a year gone by)
won't bloom for a while yet.
I must take notice, look out and up,
or I will miss this beauty too.
This crepe myrtle left behind
brittle brown buds from last season,
a promise of fresh blooms to come.