I love my garden. Sometimes I can bring in armloads of peonies or hydrangeas, or daisies and make large impressive arrangements. Some mornings, though, my garden yields something much smaller. This morning I picked a single rose, a few white pansies and some sprigs of lavender. This little nosegay resting beside my sink is very calming. Not as flashy as a table centerpiece quality arrangement, but still beautiful.
It is a good reminder that sometimes I want to do great and wonderful things, but my resources and energy are not enough. Occasionally my day's work looks like a dozen long stem roses. But most days, a single rosebud is all I can muster. And there are definitely days where I am lucky to gather a yellow dandelion.
I cannot solve world hunger but I can support the local food bank. I cannot rid the world of sickness but I can bring a meal to a sick friend. Some days it is an accomplishment to just smile at the person standing next to me in the grocery store line.
Today I am savoring the fragrances of rose and lavender. Nothing earth shattering or newsworthy. Just the blessings that are meant for me on this day.