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?
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