Sometimes I look out the window and see some bit of glorious wonder, and think, I had absolutely nothing to do with that bit of glorious wonder, and yet there it is. I guess that's what spring is all about. Each year our memory is erased so that each year we may see things new all over again.
Anyway, here's the birth of beauty going on in my own little patch of home. I had nothing to do with any of it. I didn't push, pull, unfold, rearrange, manipulate, oversee, check, double-check, evaluate, create, manage, maneuver, force, or even cheer any of it on. I hardly even noticed. It just happened. Beautiful things sometimes just happen.
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