Sometimes I get funny looks.
But it’s okay; I’m used to it now.
Besides, I know they can’t see rightly.
They drive by in their expensive cars, stretching their necks to see what the crazy woman in gym clothes, who’s wading out in the hip-high, dew-draped grass could possibly see that’s worth photographing.
And this is all they see:
But me? This is what I see:
They’ve hoisted their sails to signal me that they are here…
My fingernail-sized friends
Who’ve created this wonderland for me.
They give me flowers
And diamonds
And pearls.
{Lotsa pearls.}
And more diamonds,
Beautiful, sparkly diamonds.
And they are always ready for a good game of Cat’s Cradle.
I find peace
As I traipse about taking pictures.
And I realize these treasures are small, but invaluable
Because of the great joy they bring me.
And as I climb back into my car
{in dew-heavy pants}
Another passes,
With a long, stretchy neck
And another funny look.
And I smile.
Because I know.
I am wealthy beyond measure.
*****
Linking up with Emily:
And Darcy:
{You should hop over and join the fun!}
*****
And perhaps, come back Friday and link with me?
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Not a bad song to enjoy the day!
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