there is a certain satisfaction I get, a certain settled and just-right feeling, when the kitchen counters are clear and clean. it doesn't happen often, and I take a minute to soak it in when it does. probably that means I should make an effort to have it that way more often. that feeling is a good one, after all. but life is happening all around and about these kitchen counters and, well, that is a good feeling too.
the red tulip draws my attention in close enough that at times I can focus on that alone, that bright and beaming call to joy and spring and hope. and for a minute, a second, it becomes my clean clear counter and reminds me to take what I can get and appreciate it. to relish in the small bits. that life is messy and that that is okay. perhaps even great.