There is this cluster of ripening tomatoes that struck me as beautiful. I was working in the garden on Wednesday and I looked up and saw a trio of tomatoes hanging together, one yellow, one orange, and one green. I just thought this was so beautiful. I do love a nice rose or lily. But who would think that tomatoes could be beautiful in a way that is unrelated to their edible aspect?
When I take a moment and slow down to look around or listen, I often find something extraordinary in the ordinary. Sometimes it's the call of a bird flying high over head. Sometimes it's the fragrance of the lilies in bloom by the small pond. And sometimes it's a pair of tiny green frogs enjoying the sun together on a sorrel leaf in my herb circle.
It's easy to get caught up in the flash and bling that proliferates in our culture. But is there really any superior beauty than that which can be found in a garden, woodland, seaside, mountain top or our own backyard?
