In the beginning I was hell-bent on getting things done. So focussed that I almost never stopped to see what was going on around me.

I am better now.

Planting trees last night I happened upon this toad.

Reclaiming flower beds and unused growing space this morning, a hummingbird flew close - letting me know that he had returned after many months away.

It is seemingly small events like these that make me love this life more than any other.

Cues from the natural world - the constant seasonal shifting.

It is surprisingly difficult not to get bogged down in the rush.

But moments like these - mere seconds - they remind me of the importance of slow. And that feeling busy and overwhelmed is no excuse not to stop and take a look around.

xo