We sometimes walk down the road a bit after dinner. It’s quiet. We’re full of both food and gratitude for the day, for life, for the beauty and peace of where we live.
It’s a great time for reflection. For noticing.
Our rural road is mostly wooded – dotted with here and there houses. There’s a swamp filled with cat ‘o nines in the fall and pussy willows in the spring. Some scatterings of wildflowers like Queen Anne’s Lace, Black-Eyed Susans, and sea roses.
And, I noticed, many different explosions of grasses by the roadside.
Some grasses reminded me of fireworks.
The colors. The grace.
So I started collecting … images and grasses.
Found a battered, old pitcher … and borrowed a bit of beauty for our home.