The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. – Bertrand Russell
How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. – John Burroughs
Little kids see details in surroundings that grown-ups may not. Today, I took a walk with Ellis when she pointed out a blooming flower low on the ground.
From her height level, she shows me what I can’t see unless I stoop. The flower today was one I wouldn’t have noticed on my own.
Since she knows I love taking pictures of flowers, trees, animals, nature, and a whole lot of other kooky stuff, she looked at me with a sarcastic smile. The smile seemed to say: “Hello, I found a picture-worthy flower. Get out your camera and tell the blog people I found it.”
From Golden Gate Park, San Francisco
“The love of God toward you is like the Amazon River flowing down to water a single daisy.” ~ F.B. Meyer