This leaf, propped up like it is here on its stem and all by itself, was waiting for me when I opened the front door yesterday morning. Do you think it thought I wasn’t noticing?
I moved it for a moment over by the pumpkin
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Then I brought it inside where I showed it to everyone.
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This post delights me.
Judy, your comment delights me.
I love these little moments, like a note from a secret lover.
Thank you for the link to that poem. It speaks truth.
Hi Linda, you’re right. I had two thoughts when I saw that little leaf: one, that it had come to tell me something, and two: that it was making a gift of itself.
So glad you liked the poem.
Nice photos. nice poetry, nice way to begin my day.
Thanks, Jennifer. Have a good one.
Love it!
Thanks, Cristina!