It's a quiet day here at our Little Red House. I am posting much later than usual. Yesterday was a day of gusting rain; I didn't sleep much last night, with water in the cellar and the wind rattling the branches against the house.
But earlier this morning, the welcome sight of the sun drew me outside. And the remnants of the storm were beautiful in their own way. Droplets of water clung to the last, stubborn rose hips and glistened on the azalea branches, where the new green of fledgling leaves was impossibly lovely.
The high winds brought down this branch from the wild apple tree, with it's fascinating green lichen -- another bit of beauty from the storm.
Can you see the blue sky in the puddle? Even in the depths of the mud, there is beauty to be found. You just need to look closely enough.
And in the end there is the water itself -- like so many glittering diamonds on the wild rose bushes.
So there is my dose of quiet beauty for today. I've been watching the news from Japan and my heart is breaking for the many people whose lives have been touched by the tragedy there. My thoughts and prayers are with them.
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