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Driving around yesterday, I started to really see the colors of autumn in the trees. But I still see the sunflowers in my mind, and for me, that marks the entry into Autumn and the feeling of simple joy.

I had been telling hubby for some time that I’d wanted to plant sunflowers because they make me feel happy whenever I see them dancing in front of passing homes. We never did get around to it.

We have several containers with an assortment of plants and small trees lining the backyard walkway. A couple month’s back a variety of weed-like beauties started popping up. I was going to pull them out, but never did. One of the few times when procrastination, paid off. I told hubby that the three stalks in the geranium container looked like they might be sunflowers. We would have to wait.

Everyday, I looked forward to checking on the progress. Could it be?

At last, I could see the tight fist of a head begin to open; there was no question: my dear sunflowers had arrived, and all thanks to our feathered friends.

It was an unexpected surprise. Had we not installed the birdfeeders with sunflower seed, our little friends would not have been able to have planted these gifts.

Three bright, happy sunflowers, that gave me joy every day they were here.

Dragonfly sails by,
hints of ocean blue–
he sails away, sun beats down,
leaves me with the image of
steady, beating wings, and an ocean
of possibilities.

A few nights ago, the way the light layered and sliced through the clouds, against the stark industrial structures, captivated my gaze.

We’ve had some stunning sunsets and peaceful days.

This morning I’m enjoying a cup of tea in the backyard. As I listen to the bird chatter, dark clouds roll back to blue skies and sunshine.

I went near to where the bird feeder was and sat amongst the potted plants sitting very still. I was still enough for the birds to feel comfortable to come to the feeder. I could hear the ruffle of wings as they flitted from tree to tree, feeling at ease, as I savored a meditative sip of this moment.

Sun shines down; I soak in every ray–a much needed energy boost before going back to work. The breeze is refreshing, but now it’s time for shade! Just needed a short visit to the page to find my center.

Depending on which route I take to work, I am either constantly trying to see the wondrous clouds illuminated with sunlight through the rear window mirror or I’m looking over my shoulder, taking peeks as I drive by on the open road.

This day in particular, something in the quality of the light and the soft tones made me see–made me feel that this was God. I could see the large flat brush in his hands as he streaked it across the backdrop of blue light that he first laid down, and because this was God’s brush, it looked alive, the light danced behind that long line of cloud, luminescent; so simple, yet so profound, causing a movement in my soul. I wanted to capture it, but in a way it’s best I couldn’t. I could only surrender to the moment, soak in every bit of it before it disappeared.

With hot chocolate in hand, I start the engine, gaze at the thick fog before me. Audio book streams in the background as my attention follows a group of seagulls circling above. At that moment, I’m taken to the ocean. One seagull continues to circle and I can see the grace and strength of his wings as the audio book becomes mere sound, my attention elsewhere, following the joy of the seagull in flight. I reach for my phone; the seagull makes one last pass, then departs, leaving me with a feeling of fullness and appreciation for the moment.

Lone crow
sitting high atop the lamp post—
peers out, into the fog

As I walk quickly, the leaves go by so fast—

They become a pile of golden stars, and the others form a path, leading the way to something—

warmth with the golden glow as it bounces from the sun’s rays.

Pink petals

Strewn like Spring—

On this brisk winter day,

Azaleas tease for warmer days to come.

This morning I saw a woman kneeling down with her phone camera in hand, honing in on something in the crevices of one of those large metal grates that you often run into on the sidewalks. I tried to sneak a glance as I walked by. I think she was capturing some sort of greenery that was growing, unnoticed. 

It was nice seeing someone doing that. I know there are many others out there capturing these small moments, things that are hidden from us until we stop to look. I know I’m not the only one; and that’s why it’s nice to see someone else in action, as I might be on a day I’m leaning over some small beauty that’s growing through the cracks of the world.