Stop and smell the roses. Such a trite line, but one that came to mind today. Richie and I rode our bike to the Farmers Market, a lovely habit we have formed over the last few years. Saturday mornings take on this lazy, happy quality that ease us out of the work week and into the weekend.
On our way home, we saw a blue heron on the dam. It was standing still, so quiet. We decided to stop. As we watched the bird, we noticed first one, then two fish fighting their way up the dam. Then we spied a turtle slowly plodding against a strong current.
I rarely take the time to notice these happenings. There is life all around me. There is good all around me. Stop and smell the roses, or the Kaw river water. Either way it was a beautiful moment in time.