I, however, am not a morning person. I’m not usually awake enough to think about bells in the morning. But when I walk out to greet the chicory in the meadow, the brilliant blue joy of them rings me wide awake. It’s better than coffee.
Last month I wrote about the daisies in the meadow—luminous and mysterious by moonlight, bold and daring by sunlight. As everything here on the river is new to me, I didn’t know the daisies wouldn’t bloom all summer. When their season passed, I mourned.
Then—what consolation!—the chicory bloomed. So now, with no clue as to the length of their season, I take care to greet them each morning. Whatever you may value—flowers, people, strength, a creative fire--embrace it while it’s here.
7:30 BELLS Posts run every Tuesday.
7:30 BELLS Guest Posts run on the second Tuesdays of every month. Join me on August 11 for a guest post with children's book author, L.L. Owens.