Some days are harder than others. On one of those hard days, my dear daughter Gabrielle brought me a plant that has brought abundant sunshine to my hours. If I allow myself to think too much, to tangle myself up in the reality that my life brings and consider my family's future, most days I hang onto threads of hope.
I guess that is why I slow down and notice. While catching a breeze on the porch, I just witnessed a bird snatching an insect as both were inflight. It took a bit of persistence on the bird's part, but ultimately the feathered creature was successful. A lean doe all ears, just pranced through the un-mowed field and didn't seem bothered by Rex's barking. Some days grip me in fear and all I see is grim, but most days it is the little miracles that guide me through my day. Little gifts from above.