Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom among the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow
(A.E. Housman)
I really didn’t see it until I looked at them all together. My spring photo collection. Location? My own yard. Right here. REALLY COOL STUFF!
For almost a year now I’ve been diligently Hunting Beauty. You can see my list HERE.
And still it shocks me sometimes how close beauty is. How present. And how often I almost miss it!
Birds found opportunity for a great nest on my front porch. A butterfly found opportunity for lunch on the “weeds”. A rainbow found opportunity in a storm. A caterpillar on my tree. Flowers near an old trailer.
Me? I prefer my opportunities wrapped in neon. Or pretty packages. Or straight paths. I am more comfortable when opportunity looks perfect. Inviting. Easy.
How many, then, I wonder, have a passed right by? Maybe even right in my own backyard?
J
oin the 5-minute movement at The Gypsy Momma in her 5-Minute Friday challenge. Each week she posts a word. Set your timer for 5 minutes and just write. No stopping. No editing. Only 5 minutes. Just my style!
I’m hunting for beauty — counting my blessings and naming them one by one. Here’s my latest entry on my way to 1000+. See the rest (and read the story behind my list) HERE.
Then add your own in the comments section!
