the keys to my heart - sort of

I have a friend who is amazing, creative, charming, and sees beauty in all things.  (See Gone to the Beach)  She even found some old keys at a flea market.

Where I would have just seen keys or shaped metal, she saw the keys to someone's heart.  The key that might have kept a house safe.  The key that locked someone's most precious items in a special box.

I don't see the beauty as quickly as she does.  But I'm working on it.

The other day, I saw the keys above. 

There truly is a grace and an elegance in them.

I thought they were spring flowers

I am the last person to be accused of having a green thumb. Some days I am mostly all thumbs complete with black or yellow ink.

There are a few plants in the front of the house that pre-date our ownership and seem to survive all things. This is one example of something that has survived despite my efforts to help it thrive.

Usually there are only flowers/blooms in the spring. Now in early September, I am being graced by colored beauty yet again. How did I get to be so lucky?

I guess nature doesn't follow the same calendar we set for ourselves, nor for it.

For now, I will enjoy what there is to enjoy and see what there is to see, taking it all as it comes.

unexpected beauty

My husband and friends of his find beauty in unexpected places and can always remember where they've found it! Me? Not so much. I am lucky to identify a carnation from a rose at the florist.

The guys used to go on 'photo safaris' looking for the perfect picture of beauty uninterupted.

I think I am lucky to have had the chance to see beauty through their eyes.