When I first read the meaning of wabi-sabi I felt relieved, like there was finally a word to fill an
over-looked gap in the english language. When I sit by the creek and feel that perfect calm, when my sleeping kids feet are poking themselves out of a curled blanket, the absolute beauty that passes without me noticing unless I look and see. This post is a compilation of the wabi-sabi happening around here . . .
The giant volunteer squash that hold an almost noble-air
The desert flowers that bloom everyday in so many colors,
than close up and are done once evening has made its mark.
The spool of wool a sweet friend gave me . . . too lovely to use, but I have started to indulge . . .
And last but not least, the orange watering can that makes me so happy every time I see it . . .