The sun behind the fence stripes the grass with dark and light green. In the shadow by the fence, six light grey, round rocks wait for their turn in the sunlight. The rosemary reaches high and shines out with golden green, already spotlighted. I smell its aroma on the light breeze.
Enjoy your own moment of intense mindfulness each day in January; scroll down to find the January Small Stones information. Cheers, Laura
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There is lots unsaid in this piece that I feel anyway--the pushiness of the rosemary, hogging the sun, the patience of the round grey stones waiting for their turn and knowing it is coming--I love that! You know ambiguity and implication are my bread and butter!
Elaine P
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best,
Laura
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