This morning, as I was peering out the window to see if any of our herd of deer had snacked on the hosta overnight, I was struck by the beauty of how the sun was hitting the fountain. I've learned that hosta is like crack to deer, and I'm on constant battle alert to stave them off. My militant mood instantly softened and I took a moment to savor the world instead of battling nature.
I was already in a bit of a snit, because our recent very heavy winds had left a lot of debris on our newly spread mulch. I became grateful that no trees had fallen.
And I totally had my panties in a bunch over the landscapers cutting the wire to the fountain, so no water circulates......thus.......yucky water. So the sun seemed to point out to me that all was not lost. We still had a lovely fountain with a statue that I love, and the means to make the repairs. And the hosta was whole! I needed that attitude adjustment.
Now, on to the last four of 96 bags of mulch I have spread this spring. Seeing the end of THAT project will certainly help my attitude!!!
I'm joining these sweet ladies for their blog parties:
Home Sweet Home
Feathered Nest Friday
Open House Thursday