Everything is Beautiful

In its own way.

So today, I tried to focus on things that are not what we would consider pretty. Like the crud scattered on the ground at my feet.

Here is a small heap of debris on the upper terrace. Surely I could find beauty.

I like the way the shadows and light weave in and out.

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I don’t have to look far to see other fallen things. Like this tiny old birdhouse I found on its side.

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And this little old house too. Turns out, there are a lot of old birdhouses scattered around the property. Now to decide which ones to give a facelift one of these days.

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One last shot of a bolt. I love the old rust, it makes my heart sing. This is actually the bolt that holds the front wheel to an old wheelbarrow on the upper terrace.

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It was one of those days I needed to slow myself down. Stop. Breathe. Look at things from a different perspective. And enjoy the view.

And now for an update on my Jury Duty – I’ve had to call in and report every evening this week. Something I didn’t have to do the first two weeks. Well, during the first two weeks, they had me calling on Sunday and Monday evenings, both weeks. Then this week, it was a call in every day sort of a thing. So I made my call this evening and was prompted to call back again Sunday evening. Three weeks down, one week of calling in to go. Jury is out on if they need me.

With that, I’m calling it a day.

Blessings – Debbie

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