I sit at my desk and write on this cloudy fall Saturday, working on this new story. Outside, the leaves are changing. But what keeps drawing my attention is this eucalyptus bush in the left panes of the window. When I first started this blog in September of 2008, the top of that bush, which I planted, was below the window.
I sit at my desk and write. Sometimes it’s easy to see change.
Lovely poetic musing today.
Thanks, Linda. I’ve been watching that eucalyptus every day for over a year. I just had to stop for a minute and acknowledge it!
“Sometimes it’s easy to see change.”
I really like this line, Cynthia. It encompasses so much, and for me makes me think of all we don’t see.
Jennifer, I’m happy to see your comment. That’s what I was feeling when I wrote this. And I was trying to “say it” without “saying it.”
Sometimes it’s easy to see change. But times like Summer here in San Diego everyday really seems the same, like the weather not changing. Right?
yep, and then, I guess, we have to look for change in other places…