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With Age, New Blooms

It’s quiet this morning. The rains yesterday washed the noise away. Our backyard has been cleansed of dust and pollen. The leaves and flowers look as though they have had an extra layer of fresh color added. I was disappointed yesterday with the heavy rains and being cooped inside, but today, after looking at my plants, I understand.

I have new blooms. Plural. I have waited patiently for these blooms. One full year from one bloom to finally multiple.

Image by Robin Moreau

The rain has cleansed the souls of my plants so they can bask in the warmth of the sun today and I, their beauty.

Image by Robin Moreau

I have realized with age, what once was important has faded away. I am in my forties and viewing with a different lense.

Still struggling to find “myself” but during this time my focus has shifted to what I love and appreciate. I assume “myself” will naturally appear, but in the meantime, I have quit looking.

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