Meanderings of the Brain

   When wandering through the Small Gardens at daybreak, the beauty of this old world never ceases to enthrall me.  While most would see the flowers or plants, I see things in a different mode.  I see the transparency of the butterfly wings, the soft bends of the petals or winding path that a snail has left behind on its nightly journey.  These things purely astound.

  This morning, the zinnia bed was the object of my interest.  The "old fashioned" zinnias are the best.  They bloom profusely with an assortment of sizes and shapes.  These are not the forced hybrid types of blooms where the natural beauty has been sucked out of existence but rather are the blooms that were originally meant to be.  These are the ones that appeal to me and are the only type flowers that can be found in the Small Gardens.  It is the same with the vegetable plot.  There are no fancy plants that produce things far bigger (yet tasteless) than the old style vegetables that yield deliciousness on demand.  The zinnias were out in dominance of the gardens this morning and they drew not only my attention but that of several butterflies and a myriad of bees.

  I guess as I grow old, I can see the beauty in things that are simple and carefree.  I am simply tired of the demands that we all fit someone else's idea of what is perfect.  Life is too short for that.  Enjoy what is meant to be and not what others deem should be.  Those folks are not the important ones.  Happiness and tranquility lies only in oneself.  Nowhere else.