saffronhare

There were a lot of compelling subject lines explored over the weekend, in a metaphorical sense, so I guess I can live without one this morning. The most pleasant re-discovery was that the world will continue to revolve without my full attention and propulsion, and that certain creatures within it survive just fine when I remove the kid gloves now and again.

Upon leaving the house yesterday afternoon, I saw the first few saffron crocus bulbs opening up to the sun. They were so lovely and bright and brave and sweet. I actually stopped the car and went to say hello before going on with my day. Not quite an omen, but definitely a gift.

The one coherent thought that's stuck with me from yesterday's ritual is this: thank heavens I don't have bad knees.