Yesterday, I stood on my porch grousing about the legions of dandelions encamped on my lawn. Hours later, my goddaughter Isabel stood among them, delighting in their presence. Where I saw weeds, she saw limitless bouquets. Where I decried a villain, she beheld a beauty. Sometimes all you need is a bouquet of perspective to transform the irksome into the acceptable (but I’m still getting out the mower), and truthfully, sometimes the road to wisdom is a longer route for some of us.
Front porch sages Boz and Gracie provided further insight, advising it’s a better day for napping than mowing anyway ( a truth I can readily subscribe to).
What I was blogging about one year ago: Peter’s Honey Fig: My New Favorite