Well played, Lillie Beth.

Chelsea and I go outside first thing in the morning,

and I'm wont to begin each by looking up.

This pecan tree has become a touchstone

of sorts, its growth measuring

the spending of my days.

Standing still beneath 

I listen as it

comes to life.

Such a stark contrast 

between 

blue skies and rain.

Well played, God.

~~

My Nana was a charter member of the National Home Gardening Club.

I never knew that.

I've never seen her flowers as less than the whole,

never noticed the individuality or amazing variety

or intentionally orchestrated placement.

Until now.

~~