We can never know, when we embark on an adventure or a morning, where it will take us.
Prairie crocus dancing in the morning breeze.
Prairie crocus gone to seed, still dancing.
As Paulo Coelho says in Warrior of the Light: A Manual (HarperCollins, 2002), “The only trap I must beware not to fall into is to think that each day is the same as the next. In fact, each morning brings with it a hidden miracle, and we must pay attention to this miracle.”
Wind-thrown seed of a winterkilled lupine found a foothold in an empty planter box left out over winter and is struggling to carry on life despite the odds.
Fir seedling rooted in a rotted birch stump.
Native columbine volunteering to bloom with planted iris.
Tiny white blossoms are native heuchera. Red ones are a weed: sheep sorrel. Beautiful together, unplanned.
Columbine hiding underneath a lilac tree, with a buttercup keeping it company.
Green upon green upon green upon green.