The Japanese anemones in the garden are so delicate and sweet. Some people call them windflowers, not sure why.
Every morning this week, I’ve been savoring them, knowing the winds and the rain are coming; an atmospheric river heading this way.
But not today. I wonder what that delicate perennial knows of the weather. Does it only know what is? Does it sense what is to be?
The mysterious wisdom of green growing things.
Susan Palmer's Exquisite Now 