Most mornings, I pause briefly to admire the leaves of a plant just outside the magic cottage–some are green with red veins, some red with green veins.

leaves outside the magic cottage

As though woven by chlorophyll artists, I noticed the slight tears and small holes in many of the leaves the other day. Perhaps part of the tropical storm weather, perhaps an inevitable consequence of their longevity.

leaves outside the magic cottage

They seem to tell stories–this one bruised by an old memory, that one letting parts be eaten away.

leaf outside the magic cottage

And then, I started to look through the gaps, thinking about the leaves as the negative space surrounded by the light.

leaves and light outside the magic cottage

It is the tears of these native leaves, then, that I’ll lean in closer to see, that beckon me into the end of the week…or is it the beginning?

leaves outside the magic cottage

  1. Kass says:

    What a beautiful recognition of an object we rarely stop to investigate…thanks for reminding me to step out of that tunnel vision and pick up on all sorts of small beauties surrounding me.

  2. Kristen says:

    Thanks, Kass. Just think of the wonderful new trees and plants that await in Salt Lake City–I’m excited to come visit and take walks in your neighborhood…

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