Only when viewing up close and personally can one see the subtle sheen of fuzziness that encapsulates this unrecognized flower and its buds. I adore little details like this, so often unnoticed and ignored by the casual passer-by. There are times when I must appear rather spaced-out and lost in thought as I take a moment to examine these minutiae in the local greenhouse. It’s part of being mindful. It’s a practice I’ve employed since I was a child, an inadvertent element that informed a bit of meditation I was doing without even knowing I was doing it. Noticing the details of any given moment can occupy the mind and keep it from racing with other worrisome thoughts.
In the midst of winter, taking the time to peruse every specimen in the greenhouse is an exercise in soul-sustenance. There are hints of spring starting to show up in the garden center and in the supermarkets now – pots of spring bulbs, and renewed fresh leaves in certain plants. I want to jump ahead and entertain more serious thoughts of spring, and some mornings I indulge in such daydreaming.
