ho-hum beauty

My grandfather’s garden was a terraced wonderland of roses, snap dragons, petunias, lily of the valley, climbing clematis, boxwood, bird baths, a cherry tree, a gazing ball. 

As a child, I thought nothing of it – my ho-hum place to pass the afternoon. 

I was drenched in beauty. 

Maybe one day, I’ll sit in a rocker remembering the crackling fireplace, the summer table and banging screen door, my neighbor’s porch swing and our cold beer.

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About diane heath

Beauty as a 40 Day Spiritual Discipline. The rest of the year, visit me at The Sacred Ordinary (and the ordinary ordinary).
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