the blue muse

Less than a week after starting my first tray of seeds, teeny tiny babies have poked their heads through the soil. This little petunia is smaller than a straight pin just now, a quarter inch tall, fragile, delicate, full of hope.

Yet this miniscule speck of color is enough to make me happy, simply because it’s green.

Each year I am amazed at this small miracle. A seed smaller than a speck of ground pepper will become a big mound of purple flowers by midsummer.

One of the little things in life that puts a big smile on my face.

Ordinary magic showing up yet again.

And as always, it’s everything, and enough.