My Magic Cottage lies about 20 feet from my bedroom door. Often, as a North Vancouver girl, I run the risk of becoming soaked with rain during that 20 foot dash. Thus, I slip on my crocs and nip across as quickly as possible. Today, despite the threat of a complete soaking, I was called to pause by a viburnum bush that anchors the corner of my cottage. I had to stop and breathe and breathe and breathe its gorgeous spring perfume.
I was blessed as the sky poured her waters over me while I inhaled renewal.