A simple reminder to myself.
Even the so-called "weeds" of my life have a purpose.
A beautiful purpose.
I may not see the bloom right now, but it will come.
It will come whether I want it to or not, whether I expect it to or not.
Because I am not in control.
P.S. - I love this photo. I took it during the first fall of my living in a very small town with one of my dearest friends. The weather was beginning to turn from summer to autumn. The pace of small town life was exactly what I needed.
And the quote? Well, I sure hope you know A.A. Milne. At least on the literary level.
(You do, even if you think you don't. I promise.)
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