I rambled around my NoVa neighborhood on Saturday and
Sunday. It’s an old one—well, reasonably old by Virginia standards. New
construction is seeping into it, but for now, at least, the balance is in favor
of houses that date well back into the early part of the last century.
The yards are old landscaping, too, which I really enjoy.
Especially when I come across an abundance of flowers. No matter what kind of
crappy mood I’m in, flowers on the hoof always lift my spirits.
And on both days, I experienced the joy of walking into a
wall of the scent of wild roses before I actually paid attention to the shrubs.
And then there were the beautiful flowers themselves.
It’s been a while since I’ve had that kind of encounter,
and I’m very grateful for being reminded that all sorts of beauty fill my life
every day.
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