When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
-Wendell Berry

These little flowers are hiding in a corner of my yard that I dont visit that often. But I was in my yard yesterday morning trying to get a picture of this butterfly that keeps eluding me and stumbled on these beauties. Isnt that like life? We so often are striving to find one thing and end up finding something else that is beautiful too, often hidden right in our own backyard under our noses.