Sunday in the park...

no, not with George ... with me!
And it was glorious!

Redbud, crab apple, Bradford pear, star magnolia, forsythia... so much beauty it made my eyes ache with overload.

Annie Lamott reminds us that " We're here to know God, to love and serve God, and to be blown away by the beauty and miracle of nature."

And I was...





I also noticed before you get to be this,

you have to be this;

it's all a process of becoming!

I also thought, since I was coming to the end of the trail, I had seen all the beauty that was meant to be seen.

Until I turned my head off the path - and saw ...



a rare, and very expensive, yellow star magnolia.

It took my breath away...

So much for assumptions about what the end of the trail may hold!

“E.L. Doctorow once said that 'Writing a novel is like driving a car at night.

You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

You don't have to see where you're going, you don't have to know your destination or everything you will pass along the way.

You just have to see two or three feet ahead of you'.

This is right up there with the best advice on writing, or life, I have ever heard.”
― Anne Lamott.

I certainly don't know where I'm headed or what I'll see along the way.

I only know that what's in front of me is lovely!