It is entirely possible that I walked by this plant, or one just like it and neglected to notice. Through the eyes of the photographer, I am stunned by the order, detail, and repetition. As someone who struggles to create quilts that ask six hundred triangles to share the spotlight I am impressed. 

When I reflect on the patterns of my life I see a parade of moments lined up like leaves, each one both alluring and ordinary. 

Benjamin and I voted together. It was his first time and he brought his identification card and signed in the small box. He even got a sticker. 

Our dear hen Toffee suddenly went broody. She has never done this before, though she has snuck into the house and laid her creamy eggs in a basket in my sewing room. We tucked three eggs that we believe are fertile under her downy breast. Just for fun, Aurelle moved them in front of Toffee, to see her reach out with her beak and roll them back under her feathers. This morning she was still sitting patiently, and I brought her fresh water and food. She said thank you. 

The dogwood blossoms are disarmingly gorgeous. How can I drive safely with such loveliness to distract me? I think they know it too, which makes it sweeter still. Their lifespan is brief, hence my eagerness to enjoy them. 

John came home last night. He was of course free not to, but of all the places within a three hundred mile radius, he chose to be with me.

The closer I attend, the more miracles I find.