Back in April I spent five minutes sewing a few sweet pea seeds. As the weeks passed I spent a minute or two watering the seedlings now and then. It didn’t take long to pot them on as they grew taller. Being a fair weather gardener I planted them outside on a dry day.
Now, today I am picking the flowers. It’s early morning and it looks like it’s going to be a warm, sunny day. What a great start to my day to smell the perfume of these delicate beauties, to admire the combination of colour, to feel the pride of achievement.
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To know that five minutes here or there can slowly, slowly build to something beautiful.
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Poetry link: Alfred Noyes, ‘A Child’s Vision’.
My mother-in-law used to grow sweet peas and whenever I smell them I think of happy times in her garden. Gorgeous photos and a great reminder that even small snatches of (writing) time make a difference.
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Thanks, Rae. I’m so glad it made you think of happy times!
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