The Smallest Details

A spring snowstorm of sorts gathers at the base of the mock orange tree as the strong Kansas wind dislodges delicate blossoms and scatters them near our backdoor.

I dash to my car parked only feet away. As usual, the time is tick, tick, ticking away, and I've not allowed extra time to drive the 15 minutes to town.  I glance at the shrub as I swing my overstuffed purse into the car and adjust the seat.

It's pretty enough, I suppose, this smattering of white and green, bending a fence with the weight of its branches decorated for spring. Still, off I race.

But, back home again, the subtle fragrance calls me, and I pause to find dew-kissed petals after a morning rain.

The perfume of spring is a siren call not only to my human senses but to a parade of fluttering visitors.

 

They make no sound, so I might not see them in my haste to get on down the road yet again.  

Yet they are there, hidden among the blooms and branches, the light capturing a stained-glass quality to gossamer wings.

 

Another finds a lavender plant to suckle.

And the silent beauty speaks loudly to the soul.

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On this Mother's Day weekend, this post is a virtual bouquet for my Mom and for my daughter, who is celebrating her first Mother's Day as a Mommy. And it's for all you other women out there - mothers or not - who nurture and make a difference for others. Thank you for being you!

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Today, I'm linked to the Leap Into Spring Photo Challenge finale. It is hosted by Alicia at Project Alicia, Kristi at Live and Love Out Loud and Rebecca at Bumbles and Light. Check out the photos on their pages!