I have felt glad all day today. Not a thing out of the ordinary, occurred. I did not win a sweepstakes nor unearth buried treasure. I did not solve any age old mystery, nor receive recognition for some great accomplishment, yet somehow these things pale in comparison to what did really happen.
The morning came and with it, a light cool rain. It fell gentle on the fields, as the Irish would say. By noon, the rain had stopped and the gray sky was a bright blue. The sunshine on things blooming, caused the light breeze to smell sweet.
Daffodils aren’t the only ones blooming . Snow seems to have blossomed on a variety of bushes and trees. Today, I saw a clump of Irises blooming in the shady corner of a lawn. My own are up on the rabbit patch, but they have yet to bloom-or make any promises.
Dandelion flowers are alive and well. Children have been bringing them to the music room, clasped in small hands as if they were rare gemstones-and to me they are. In the winter, children bring me small rocks , as gifts- so the lowly dandelion, soft and yellow, is beautiful in that way. It is easy to be thrilled when you receive a dandelion, or a rock, from a child. There is an expression, on a childs’ face, at such moments that acts like a tonic, and so I think, I ought to give dandelions too. The heart of a child, is a place of purity.
I met a gentleman, who tunes pianos, recently. He was a kind and interesting human and we shared a pleasant conversation. When asked how his skill came about, he said he learned it by watching another fellow and then studying manuals. He wanted to learn, so he could have a service for churches and charities. He was quite humble, as he spoke, but has been tuning pianos for decades in all sorts of churches. Some people are wonderful like that.
When I came home to the rabbit patch, Christopher Robin started purring and Moon Shine made sounds like a young dove. Cash pranced around, in the familiar way, boxers are known for. I walked under the still bare, mighty oaks. It was hard to imagine, that a common acorn, became the majestic oak.
While I was cooking dinner, it occurred to me that even dandelions and acorns can become objects of beauty, and stir the heart. I thought how the story of an humble servant could conjure up thoughts of greatness and inspiration. Truth is not always shrouded in an obscure mystery and not all lessons have to be learned the hard way. . . .and I was glad for that.
Your post put me in mind of a poem called Blessings by Ronald Wallace, If you get a chance look it up and read it. It will put a smile on your face just like your post put one on mine.
This. This is living intentionally – the way we were created to live. I’d go so far as to call it worship.
Savoring God and His Presence. What a beautiful day!!!!
I felt a kinship with you, having seen three dandelion blooms in our yard this afternoon. We have a piano tuner who comes to our house twice a year, and he is another gentle soul. I don’t know what his story is. Maybe we’ll hear it one of these days. Right now I’m looking out at pink sunset clouds hovering over the mountains with a treasured grandson sitting by me.
Oh my. You made me so greedy for my daffodils and tulips. They are just barely poking up. You are in the south, usa? I’m in northern usa so it’s still pretty cold here. 🙂 Beautiful words and lovely day. ❤ Amy
Your post brought back memories of painting driveway rocks with watercolors, and carrying them into my mother. Dandelions, too. Here in Texas, we have a native dandelion that’s just as pretty as the European import, but I’m not willing to criticize any dandeilon. After any winter, they’re a wonderful gift to us, too.
How beautiful ☺
Brings back a wonderful memory about my daughter when she was young. She and a friend used rocks from our neighbor’s driveway and then went door to door selling those rocks! Ah, the innocence of children.
Sometimes it is the smaller things in life that are so beautiful, if we but take the time to notice….. I am so often aware when I ponder the Creator and His creations… the butterfly, the bird, animals all shapes and sizes, flowers, trees… and on and on! Diane
The teacher in me thrilled to your description of children bringing rocks in the winter and dandelions in the spring. This sentence perfectly captured my feelings for the young ones I taught: “The heart of a child, is a place of purity.” I’m so glad you had a happy day made great and glorious by ordinary things. I think the gift of this day came to you because your heart is open.
Hi I saw a lot of our mutual friend making comments to your post. Why did I take so long to find you? You found me first, comment my NC post. Now I’m here and will follow. Please come back and visit again. Do you work in a classroom? It seems like you have many lovely children bring you delights!
I am glad I found you too! Yes, I work at a Montesorri school and teach violin and general music too. I will be a regular visitor to your blog. thank you for reading the rabbit patch and I look forward to many sweet chats!
A beautiful post! Thanks for sharing! I love dandelions! They are so sunny and happy looking. I have just started a poetry blog here on WordPress in case you have time to look? Today’s post is about being in the moment and features a pic of me lying in a dandelion meadow! Happy Monday, Sam 🙂
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Beautiful post that smelled delightfully of contentment.
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thank you-the day was simple but so full of beauty!
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They’re the best kind.
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Your post put me in mind of a poem called Blessings by Ronald Wallace, If you get a chance look it up and read it. It will put a smile on your face just like your post put one on mine.
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awwh thank you -looking it up now
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It’s strange how we think of dandelions as weeds and yet they are beautiful…
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I know and have never understood the plight of the dandelions! we can eat them and make wishes too!
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🤔🤔🤔
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This. This is living intentionally – the way we were created to live. I’d go so far as to call it worship.
Savoring God and His Presence. What a beautiful day!!!!
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you know-it made me want to sing hymns-I felt like I had been in a church-and that it was so holy. thank you so much.
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I love dandelions! Very pretty writing!
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I felt a kinship with you, having seen three dandelion blooms in our yard this afternoon. We have a piano tuner who comes to our house twice a year, and he is another gentle soul. I don’t know what his story is. Maybe we’ll hear it one of these days. Right now I’m looking out at pink sunset clouds hovering over the mountains with a treasured grandson sitting by me.
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Oh my. You made me so greedy for my daffodils and tulips. They are just barely poking up. You are in the south, usa? I’m in northern usa so it’s still pretty cold here. 🙂 Beautiful words and lovely day. ❤ Amy
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Your post brought back memories of painting driveway rocks with watercolors, and carrying them into my mother. Dandelions, too. Here in Texas, we have a native dandelion that’s just as pretty as the European import, but I’m not willing to criticize any dandeilon. After any winter, they’re a wonderful gift to us, too.
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What a wonderful post, your writing always manages to stir the soul and memories ~ thank you x
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How beautiful ☺
Brings back a wonderful memory about my daughter when she was young. She and a friend used rocks from our neighbor’s driveway and then went door to door selling those rocks! Ah, the innocence of children.
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so precious! thank you!
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Sometimes it is the smaller things in life that are so beautiful, if we but take the time to notice….. I am so often aware when I ponder the Creator and His creations… the butterfly, the bird, animals all shapes and sizes, flowers, trees… and on and on! Diane
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you are so right, Diane. All forms of beauty are from the Father and He just makes them available to all who will look. thank you, Michele
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Nature can be beautiful. We have to step back and take notice.
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You are so right-thank you
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The teacher in me thrilled to your description of children bringing rocks in the winter and dandelions in the spring. This sentence perfectly captured my feelings for the young ones I taught: “The heart of a child, is a place of purity.” I’m so glad you had a happy day made great and glorious by ordinary things. I think the gift of this day came to you because your heart is open.
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thank you-something is going in to our hearts-it may as well be beautiful.
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Hi I saw a lot of our mutual friend making comments to your post. Why did I take so long to find you? You found me first, comment my NC post. Now I’m here and will follow. Please come back and visit again. Do you work in a classroom? It seems like you have many lovely children bring you delights!
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I am glad I found you too! Yes, I work at a Montesorri school and teach violin and general music too. I will be a regular visitor to your blog. thank you for reading the rabbit patch and I look forward to many sweet chats!
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I’m a classical music lover. I love listening to violin!
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how nice! I love strings especially. I read your “about” and see we have a lot in common. Our faith especially.
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That’s fantastic! I sing Messiah every year!
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A beautiful post! Thanks for sharing! I love dandelions! They are so sunny and happy looking. I have just started a poetry blog here on WordPress in case you have time to look? Today’s post is about being in the moment and features a pic of me lying in a dandelion meadow! Happy Monday, Sam 🙂
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