The Beauty Of Roundness

Hail stones on the recycling bin lid...

Viburnum buds....

and flowers just opened.....

Hellibore pollen orb.....

Indian bead journal......

beads blurred.....

nearly burned Macadamia nuts...

Rosemary bud and cobweb....

It starts with a hail storm this morning while the lovely boiler man from Staffordshire replaces the heat exchanger in the kitchen. They dive out of the sky, a million ice eggs, popping like corn on the plastic roof, collecting in hard bobble drifts in the gutters, on the grass, round the rims of the patio pots -  strange as visitors from another planet.

Quick, quick take a photo before they melt....

Later, coming home laden with Sainsbury’s shopping I notice the Viburnum bush in the front garden is starting to flower.....and that the buds are as round as hail stones..... and the centre of the Hellibore is a starry pollen orb.

Writing emails I suddenly catch sight of the cover of my blogging journal  -  a tapestry of jewelled beads - each one sewn on by the hand of an Indian woman....

and while I’m catching the sunlight on the glass of the beads with my camera I forget the waxy moons and half moons of the Macadamia nuts toasting too brown in the oven.

In the cold garden picking rosemary sprigs to spike our supper I realise how perfectly round and tiny are their cluster buds waiting to burst into papery mauve florets....

I love this opening of my eyes to the beauty of roundness everywhere in my space....I just stopped looking  - too busy focussing on what I imagine I can see - usually the worst -  instead of what is there all the time - radiating its oneness.