I found this Thurday on my page-a-day calendar:
It seemed appropriate. Ever forward, but slowly, that's me. I'm just like time. Ever forward, but slowly.
Like growng things, too. I looked out my window to find little teeny-weeny lilac buds, like miniature upside-down clusters of grapes:
They're cute when they're small, no? And beautiful and fragrant when full-grown.
I have to remind myself, when I have this wonderful world around me, that I am only here to open the door for the cats.