The old yellow house where my daughter attended preschool and, one afternoon, gave me a purple pansy she had potted herself. In the scheme of our lives, such a tiny sweet thing.
In the face of such hard news overseas, this splash of sky reflected in a dirty mud puddle is all I can offer. Be well, friends. Savor sweetness, where you stumble upon it.
7 thoughts on “Dirty Mud Puddle.”
Such true words…I find myself in a perpetual state of gratitude and thankfulness for everything🌻
So many memories as I drive around our little state. Sometimes I swear I can still hear my children’s little voices floating in the air.
That’s really sweet thought!
Our dogwoods and redbud trees are sporting flowers. Both are a source of great joy to me.
Flowering trees. How nice!
Anything as simple as a lovely little puddle reflection is welcome these days.