It seems incredible that there have been so many grey Mondays, but this morning it is yet again. Yesterday’s thunderstorms and today’s soft mist have left almost everything soggy and weeping downward. Bought on a whim years ago–this Thalictrum rochrunianum, standing up in it’s jewelry of droplets is the beauty of the garden this morning. It’s a survivor of deer, drought, and neglect –in bloom it is tall enough for me to see outside my kitchen window in good years.
I am learning that each small detail in its own way is just as important as the big picture…and I am a big picture kind of person. These Mondays are making me pause and see the significance of those details.