Ideas are all around us waiting to be discovered, but so is beauty.
Yes, these daffodils popped up in my neighborhood. It’s a funny story actually, but all the houses here were required to plant something like twenty-six daffodils in their front yards when the homes were built. Well, those bulbs are strong and mighty because a few decades later and every house here still has them.
They are utterly beautiful and smell pretty good. I’ve taken the time to stop and smell them as I start to venture outside and get small walks in to rebuild my strength. One thing this forced slow down has shown me is the smaller details I missed striding past them at full healthy person walking speeds. I’m far from that speed. I am much slower and it affords time to smell flowers and see all the different shades of green on the flourishing hills all around me. How different each type of tree is in each yard.
The variety in just the length of a single block, the span of a few houses, is completely beautiful. I’d missed it pushing hard to walk to workout. I’m trying to get my exercise “out of the way” I missed what was all around me. I have a great depth of gratitude and appreciation for this slower time and the chance to see the beauty I breezed past before.