Weary Beauty

Old and banged up. 

Rusted and worn. 

Still sharing a weary kind of beauty, 

appreciated by some, cast off by others. 

The original function of these watering cans is long in the 

past. No longer do they tote an early morning drink for 

the roses. Never again will one be used to rinse mud 

from toddler toes or to bathe a wiggling pup. 

Leaky seams, missing spout heads, 

and split handles prevent that. 

But position one just so in a springtime planter, 

and you have something unique.

So much to ponder there, friends.

The kindness of flowers in a time of grief is another ponder-worthy topic. 

The gentle joy a vase of blooms lends to a house of sorrow far outweighs the cost. 

I'm beyond thankful for this version of generosity. 

My January newsletter is up on Substack. 

Click the link to take a peek. 

Turkey Talk

 It's high time to put the turkeys back in the buffet 

drawer for another eleven months. 

After all, Christmas has already snuck out of the attic

 and laid claim to every room. 

But these tattered birds hold their ground on 

our Hoosier cabinet, reminding me that 

gratitude 

never goes out of season and isn't intended to be 

tucked away in the buffet.

Thanksgiving should be a daily holiday. 

(more here and here)

So in honor of the turkeys' clarion call, 

let's continue to give thanks. 

I'm grateful for sunshine through 

boldly painted sweetgum leaves.

The last nasturtium bloom 

to withstand the ever-dipping temperatures 

is the very picture of gratitude.

May we each brave the cold as well...

with thanks.