Little Growing Things

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Little things. Enjoy the little things. I like that expression. It was one of my earliest art pieces, and one of the first into my Red Bubble shop:

It’s also something I don’t take for granted — the little things. I look for them wherever I am: on a walk, looking out the window, waiting in line, chatting with friends, etc. I often snap a picture of what I see, and those are usually from nature.

Or their small moments, like this — a photo my husband snapped this morning. A small moment, a little thing. Scott, the dog, and me. And both of us with our arms on the dog. Scott said, “We don’t have armchairs, we have an armdog.” Of course, it went on our family chat. LOL. And the point is that we noticed and we shared and we are grateful.

And the other day, while walking with Guthrie, I noticed in the moss new sprouting leaves, tiny little leaves on a small plant growing in the soft, moist moss. I wonder what it will become?

And so, a small poem about little growing things, the little things to enjoy.

Poetry

Little Growing Things

I love in winter
when I look down
on nature’s ground
with bright green moss,
so moist and soft,
perfect home to sprout
seeds with new leaves
tiny little growing things
announcing the coming spring.
Sheri Edwards
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