Phlox...in our meadow.
Yet, can you see the thistle or nettle that stand beside them?
Can you detect the ticks in that tall grass
that thwart my morning coffee as
I instead set my cup down to remove them from my Cinnamon?
(who delights in sleeping in the meadow)
There are days I see the thistle & nettle...only.
There are moments that the ticks are the bane of my existence.
And there are, thankfully, hours when the Phlox call out to me - and time stands still.
a gift we get each morning