As I walked by the boutique window I saw this bag sitting atop a shelf. It was so simple yet magical. I felt that familiar shift of perspective.
Would it affect others similarly?
I walked in and purchased the bag.
It sits on top of the fridge as a dual reminder. One, for what it says, and two, to take it with me when I walk out the door. Some of the nearby grocery stores don’t provide bags for your purchases and suggest you bring your own. They sell reusable grocery bags, but nothing like this one.
When it’s time to bag my purchases, I’m asked, “Do you need a bag?” I sit this one down for them to use and be inspired. They pause a moment to take it all in and a smile usually follows.
When it’s time to go back home, I step along the stone path between our yards. It still surprises me that this is my home. It looks like a fairy-tale.
It’s a yard well loved.
I added a few plants, but mainly just watered what was already there. The people who were here before me planted a lot of what I see today.
Walking around the yard, flowers are popping up that someone planted years ago. I didn’t see the flowers last year because I gave the yard zero attention. This year I’m loving on it at least once a week and see something new each time.
These popped up out of nowhere.
This area is along the walkway, beside the front porch. I planted the Canna’s in the back. Everything else came up on it’s own after some watering. I don’t know what all of it is, and that’s okay. It looks happy to just be here.
All the yard wished for was some attention. It wants care, much like we humans. A kind word, or a friendly hug can go a long way.