One day I heard a very vague knock at my door, so quiet I wasn’t even sure it was a knock. My three year old grandson was knocking at the storm door because he couldn’t open it (he’s too little). That was why I could barely hear the knock. In his hand he had a bunch of buttercups for me. What a wonderful and delightful surprise!! I really love buttercups though they are called a weed. The yellow is very brilliant and beautiful and they make me smile. Most of his bouquet had stems that were an inch long therefore not really usable. I managed to find a few with good stems and put them in a small vase.
This is about the small gifts in life and those special moments. There is some goodness in weeds though a lot of them plague us like creeping Charly in the vegetable garden. Dandelions are certainly bothersome though their leaves are very nutritious and they are sold in Whole Foods. I have been reading about meditating and taking moments of “not-doing”. This was a moment to slow down, appreciate and enjoy. Jon Kabat-Zinn says in his book Wherever You Go There You Are : . . . choosing simplicity whenever possible adds to life . . . many opportunities to discover that less may actually be more.