Awakened by a leaf.

Autumn Blaze MapleIt started with a leaf.

As I hurried to my car to get Andre to practice, this maple leaf (an Autumn Blaze to be exact) caught my eye. I grabbed it up and set it on my dashboard as I drove and thought about all things I had to remember.  Here was my highly evolved brain saying… “Pick Andre up.  The get the brownies. Take him to team dinner. Go help a friend who is moving…and oh, write that midterm paper.  I know I’m gonna forget the brownies…”

Back home, I grabbed the leaf to jump into at least a half hour of summarizing for the paper, but then, I didn’t. I didn’t go inside.

There was another leaf…

Full Moon Maple

and then another…


and I found myself seeking the signs of fall.



A mum

I found myself calm and not thinking about the paper or the brownies at all. This is the magic of nature for me. I get lost in it.  And this is just my own tiny, tiny yard! Oh! The blessing of the created world.

The Japanese call that time in nature that heals ‘forest bathing’ (every time I say that my teenager, wrinkles his nose at me.  I dare not ask why). Who has time to go the forest?  I say, step outside. You might not want to call it ‘yard bathing’ though!

Yet, this only works when your lenses through which you see the world have been adjusted. That first initial leaf I picked up, adjusted my vision, just enough to help me to see.

It’s not about the to-do list or the to-be list.

Sometimes what we need most is to just BE.

Be you. Get lost in whatever it takes to make you forget the brownies.

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat (Psalm 19:1-6).


Any day you find…

Snowdropsa flower outside in March, is a GOOD day.  The snow finally melted on the north side of my house revealing Galanthus, common snowdrop bulbs about to bloom.

Botanically speaking: Gala- means milk-white in Greek and –anthus means flower

(Swedish botanist Carl Linneaus named this milk-white flower in 1753)

The color of hope

How to survive spring when you yearn for WARMTH:

Buy potting soil, open the bag and just smell it.

 Search your computer for pictures you took last summer, when all was green and beautiful.

 Sit in that rectangle of sunshine on your carpet, if you can steal it from the cat.

Buy cut flowers, take a picture of them (so you can still enjoy them) then give them away.  You will feel warmer.

So close.


Here we stand in winter, waiting at the door.  I checked, the handle it’s locked.  Though the souls of our feet are on the cold ground, the air flowing from under that door warms.

Can you even imagine what the door to spring looks like?  I would have to say mine is solid glass.  What I see through that glass door is a perfect spring day filled with that crazy bright green color of water-soaked grass and waves of pale yellow tulips. A baby bunny gnaws at the tulip stem, above trees explode in white and pink.   I am pressed against that glass door, making face prints like a child.

The lesson of the leaf

HeucheraSnow piled high since the year began, but on this day in March the meltdown begins.   Bits of mulched flower beds have thrown back the covers. This Heuchera seems to be leading the way, leading the plant escape.  This single battered leaf says to the others, “I am unfolding!  I am going out.  I am going for the sun, maybe I will even be crazy and photosynthesize!”

No, this leaf didn’t even care about the forecasted 6 to 8 inches just 24 hours later. This leaf ENJOYED today, every last 50 degree second of it.

On fire…

For some reason the fall color on this Full Moon Japanese Maple always amazes me.  I feel as though it is jumping out at me!  Oh, I wait anxiously for fall each year, because of this tree.