My sister brought me these tulips yesterday. A lovely reminder of summer coming and of good things. They’re sitting on my kitchen windowsill, and each time I see them, they remind me of the delicate hope of springtime, of the love of my family, and of delight.
It has rained nearly all of today—much needed water over our thirsty land.
And I’m inside, cup of tea with swirling steam beside me, feeling grateful. There is such an abundance of things to give thanks for. It is the little objects like this week’s tulips that remind me of it.
It is these small reminders that keep me tethered—bound close to life. When I’m feeling disconnected or distant from things, these simple things draw me in close.
* a tip for tulips: drop a couple of pennies into the vase with them, and they will not sag and wilt as quickly.