wax on

porch at dusk
Zen?  I stained the porch floor this morning--a task that I entered into with a less than enthusiastic attitude-- but was pleasantly surprised that this boring and repetitive task evolved into a meditation. I began to appreciate all of the subtle nuances in the wood-grain and the beauty that was revealed made me grateful. I couldn't wait for it to dry so that I could put the furniture back on it...then the icing on the cake...an abundance of flowers.-For the first time I can cut flowers without leaving a gaping hole in my garden! Life is good.

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