There’s something about primroses. Their color is so beautifully vivid, a pop of color in the brown yard of January. This is the second year in a row that I’ve made a point of planting them shortly after New Year’s, and that little bit of effort pays off big-time. My mood is lighter when I can savor this little splash of color outside my bedroom window. (Bonus: when you get really close to primroses, you realize they smell like jelly.)
Speaking of beautiful sights, on our little getaway last weekend Scott and I went to Point Reyes National Seashore for a hike. To get to the coast, you hike through beautiful, Lord of the Rings-style forests with ferns and little creeks and redwoods, and it’s all so bucolic and lovely.
And these plants, whatever they are, caught my eye. Look closely, and you’ll see a raindrop in the center of each cluster of leaves. Each drop was just resting there in the middle, looking like a diamond solitaire in an engagement ring. Just one of those lovely little miracles I so often miss.
There was such a glorious smell at Point Reyes, that mix of vegetation and damp earth and a hint of the ocean. I must have mentioned it at least eight times to Scott during our hike. I don’t realize how much I miss the smell of nature until I’m back in the middle of it.
My boys have very short hair, but I love tousling it with my fingers. My cousin once remarked that Matthew’s hair feels like feathers, and it’s really true. I know there will come a day when there will be an invisible protective bubble of adolescent space around my boys, and they won’t let me ruffle their hair as I pass by their chairs. But for now, I absolutely love doing it.
Where are YOU finding God these days?