The opening quote gives rise to realizing that many people have so little and much is uncertain in their lives. Anne Frank had considerable uncertainty and sought to understand the beauty that existed despite the dire circumstances she lived in. Martin Luther King predicted he might meet a violent end. Living in the present and seeing its beauty is a wondrous place to live.
Life is full of beauty.
Notice the bumble bee, the small child,
and the smiling faces.
Smell the rain, and feel the wind.
Oh, the green, green, green of fresh growing things; the scent, scent, scent of fragrant flowery things; and the buzz, buzz, buzzing of little, busy bees. But wait, wait, wait! Back those “wagon” up and hold on just a minute! It’s still January and therefore wintertime. So what’s up with the green, the flowers, the aromas, and the buzzes? Ah the joyous blessing of a greenhouse filled with thriving, flowering, sweet smelling things! The only downside to such is that the bees seem to think the greenhouse is solely their domain and object to a human interloper’s pottering visits. But then again, I seem to be developing a history outside the garden of adverse encounters with the wee buzzing folk. In my recent…
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