I drink my morning coffee on the back steps. And the view, with so little rain, is pretty ragged these days. Lots of promise, disappointed. A scene of brittle. Brown.
But I made myself take a closer look. And, like most things in life, change can be beautiful. Unexpected, for sure. Often downright difficult. Or sad. Like the red poppies.
Remember their glory? Now they're reduced to timid, dry pods.
But I still love them, as it turns out. Love them enough to cut several yearning stems and put them in a bud vase and bring them inside.
Ok, life. Lesson learned.