Sunday

I don’t know exactly where the day went, but it has zipped by. There were phone calls, e-mails, family history, walking (fast), laundry, hanging laundry, cooking, eating, measuring, sorting, tossing, planning and a dismal Red Sox game.

Here’s a tiny violet which took root along the edge of a Carriage Road in Acadia. It made a home in gravel, with just a few pine needles scattered around it. Plucky little thing; it likely doesn’t care that my day felt hectic and busy and yet still not as productive as I would have liked it to be. And it is also probably unperturbed about the Red Sox, having learned at an early age to take the long view. The violet is busy being; doing what the violet needs to do: survive and thrive.

I’ll work on that...