It’s a soft day; quiet in the neighborhood because spring break’s over and kids are back in school. The buzz from a lawn mower across the street almost drowns out the bird noises and I’m out in my own yard looking for some kind of perspective.
Sometimes, that perspective is closer to the ground, buried in tiny purple flowers. And all that you need is to keep your head down, looking for that one small thing that will move you closer to where you want to be. [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]