Our mindful eye

Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling
— Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass
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This is how my eyes saw it.  The little grass seeds sprouting across the barren backyard.  I laid on my belly and took a few pictures as the sun shown across the top.  (Is shown a word? 😝) I felt like my eyes saw it like this.  I was so excited that our backyard was getting some green.  Thanks to motorcycle man.  He raked up the hard clay dirt and threw down seed just before a weekend rain.  It’s so exciting to see a little green back there.  Yes, this is how my eyes felt like they saw it.  Below is what the camera actually saw

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Still a little exciting from the belly angle. However the true reality, the big picture as they might say, is below.


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And guess what?  I still see so much HOPE.  There is so much hope in all those thousand of grass seeds.  I’m imagining by mid winter we will have a blanket of green.  It’s been a couple of years since the backyard has been green. When we lost the wall that rainy season and part of our backyard slipped away in the little mud slide, I didn’t want to even look out the windows to the backyard, let alone step foot onto the patio to look at the dirt and block wall.  It’s all in the attitude right?  My attitude is adjusting and I’m now excited about the green, green grass.  I wonder what Christina is excited to share this week?  I can't wait to visit her at 22 LIMES.  It might just be a little more exciting than the grass I’m watching grow.