#12 Butterfliessss!!

“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom
and a little flower.”
~ Hans Christian Anderson

Love, love butterflies for just being the sheer ambassadors of gaiety they are, spreading joy and amazement as fairy-dust in their trails.

Understandably, while the butterfly’s classic tale of metamorphosis is oft quoted as a fable of resilience for our youngsters, what I love most about this flitting creature is its simple lesson on transience – and all the worlds of gay exuberance it manages to bring across to any wide-eyed admirer - even in its ephemeral existence. Beautiful!

Butterflies rock, oh yeah!
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#11 Freshly-ironed, warm clothes!

If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it. ~ Lucy Larcom

Love the pleasant warmth of freshly-ironed clothes for work!

Especially in the wee hours of the inevitable morning rush to work, one of the loveliest, little pleasures of life, has got to be the warm, fuzzy feeling of contentment you’ll notice in the little moments of sweet privacy.

Freshly-ironed & warm clothes rock!

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#10 Green, Green Grass!

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
~ Walt Whitman

Yes, exactly! Time to look at the oh-so-green grass crunching underfoot as we rush across our routes, attuned to the madcap pace of our lives.

These emeraldine blades (whether they be bejewelled with dewdrops that still amaze the Awe-inspired amongst us, or not) though, serve us in our journeys with their lush carpets of green, that again, like many of the nurturing arms of Nature, seek only to soften our dramatic lives on this earth.

So, the next time you pass a park, or spend some time in your garden, kick off those shoes and relish the evergreen carpet right under your feet!

Green, green grass rocks!

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#9 Rainshowers blessing the Earth we tread upon ‘,’,’

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. ~ Langston Hughes

Given that we get so troubled by our weather woes that unpredictable weather has become daily news, not many of us (who are blessed with the more tolerable face of this clime of melancholy) actually step aside to revel in its magic.
Perhaps, those of us who live in the largely arid landscapes, or see so little of these showers of the heavens will be the ones who can truly appreciate rain for all its unsung worth.

For truly, even as we suffer from the wrath of thunderstorms, showers indiscriminately bless the earth we tread upon, with all the moisture, loving tenderness and Life as we know it, with its regal herald of thunder and lightning from the heavens that watch us.

At times a blanket of collective melancholy, or at others, a gentle invite to some indoor warmth for a change, to curl up against the fireplace with a loved read or soul – rain-showers will always remain one of our most beautiful, unsung daughters of clime.

Rainshowers blessing the earth we tread upon, rock!

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