It has taken me nearly seven decades to fully appreciate the canvas that Mother Nature paints every day. And I still have a long way to go. Often I feel more humbled than appreciative. I’m working on that. Because this is what I saw today:
It’s the view from my front porch. There were no leaves on the red maple tree yesterday, and the crab apple blossoms were barely there. I looked, nodded, and only smiled yesterday, but not today.
Mother Nature has made her welcome.
“Jennie, pay attention.”
“You have to stop and smell the roses.”
“Didn’t Alberta tell you that?”
“She did. All the time. I miss her.”
“She misses you, too. She wants me to tell you that. That’s why I made everything burst into spring today. She wants you to stop and smell the roses.”
“Thank you, Mother Nature. I will. Please tell Alberta that I love and miss her.”
“I will. But she already knows. Oh, she wants me to tell you she is very glad that you have the children in your classroom stop and smell the roses. It makes her smile everyday. Those butterflies in the fall that you had children follow – she loved that.”
“Jennie, she was there with you and the children. She wants you to do the same thing – stop and see all the beauty that is right there – because she loves you.”
“Thank you, Mother Nature. I will.”
Happy Mother’s Day. Stop and smell the roses.
“Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.” -E.B. White-