Outside My French Doors
It’s an impressionist painting kind of day, outside my French doors. The sun slapped brilliant white on some foliage and butter yellow on others. Bright sap green dominates. Then there are the surprises. Happy scarlet splashes, as cardinals dart about. Tiny dots of indigo and purple play amongst the grasses. Tying it all together is a boy baby blanket sky. I wonder as I walk along, how do I fit in?
Then, I realize, that is the magic of our world, we each bring our own bit of color to the mix and a masterpiece is created, fresh and new each day.
Go, enjoy the landscape of life, all.