these two crocuses overlooked a fall vineyard, post harvest, and an olive grove, not to mention the grounds of chateau coujan, where the grapes would be made into wine, and the olives into oil. we might all be as cheery as a yellow crocus, if we had been planted in such soil.
(coujan, languedoc, france)
This piece is from one of my favourite blogs.
A lady, the author of this blog, posts one image of gathered piece of nature, each day.
'This blog', she says, 'is a place to stop. A place to look at one thing at a time. A place to be still.'
I, with thousands of others, gratefully share my morning tea with her every day.