Little Miracles Once Again

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Tattered prayer flags.
Tattered prayer flags.

I was out in the early morning cool wandering through the environs still high from yesterday’s walk.  And there they were, the old little miracles, just hanging around waiting to be discovered.  So, I captured a few for you.  Thanks, Felipe.

 

Blueberries.
Blueberries with a hint of color.
Shasta daisy with friend.
Shasta daisy with friend.
Foxglove
Foxglove
Repurposing or art, whichever is most.
Repurposing or art, whichever is most.
Cherries with a hint of color.
Cherries with a hint of color.
Arty at least.
Arty at least.
Campanula.
Campanula.
One of My Rebecca's roses.
One of My Rebecca’s roses.
Yesterday's forgotten egg shells.
Yesterday’s forgotten egg shells.  Arty?

 

 

 

 

 

4 thoughts on “Little Miracles Once Again”

  1. Then there was a detour. I had a feeling it was the assistance I asked for to please help get me to mass. And you know what? Yep, led right to the church and with streets and parking lot full, there was one empty spot. And I got there at like 8:32. Cool.

  2. I love that miracle begins with “mira”. Where I live, you can hear people saying “Mira, Mira” all over the place. I don’t think there is an exact translation into English in terms of how we use it, so I think of it a a blend of “Hey!” and “Look!” So miracle may not be as mystical as some would have it. Maybe it is more like, “Look over here!” or “Hey, I have something really wonderful for you!” Miracles abound, all the time, all over the place, if we just open our eyes to see them. <3

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