A few weeks ago, I noticed the mums, pictured above, budding beautifully in my flower garden. Believe it or not, I had no idea what hue they'd end up being. They had been transferred from planters on my front porch last fall, and I truly could not remember what color they had been.
Enjoying a sense of peaked curiosity, I began checking in on their progress--day by day. If it rained, I'd peer out the small window from my foyer--hoping to get a glimpse of what my lovely blooms might (at some point) look like. The playful anticipation became something I grew fond of. Mark even got in on the fun. He thought they might be white. I was leaning toward yellow or gold...
This past weekend, I spied something quite spectacular... My mums had started to bloom! And..yes, they are a gorgeous shade of yellow!
What is bringing you a sense of blissful anticipation as of late? I'd love to hear about it!
Joy and peace, T.
