While the light was still rising and the day was still fresh, my garden, modest, small and quiet, simply existed.
Luckily for me, I went and looked at its little glories.
How fine this bit of life looked today, dressed in lavendar. An iris: Exquisite, silent, perfect, asked nothing, not even admiration. If I had not noticed, what then? It bloomed anyway, with or without my attention. It had gathered in all the loveliness of Spring and offered it as six petals on a stem.
Who says there is no magic in the universe?
Very pretty!
ReplyDeleteYes, it is very pretty. And there were seven blossoms, each just as perfect as the next. Sometimes flowers are astonishing.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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