I don't think I've ever had a bouquet of sunflowers before...
I've always been a pink rose kind of girl.
This morning my grandson
brought me these
from the weed patch out back behind the barn.
So like any self-respectin' grandma would do
I put them into my bestest ironstone pitcher
and gave them the place of honor they deserved:
the kitchen windowsill.
After he left...I was a-gazin and a-thinkin'...this is kind-of my life right now...it's a new season...different (oh, so different) than what I am used to...but pretty in its own way????
That is my prayer today
to see the beauty in today.