It’s The Little Things

It’s the little things.  That’s a concept that has been reiterated to me in my new job training this week.  Of course we all know it’s the little things, and what that phrase means, but perhaps we often forget it.  I know I do.

Where there are peonies, there are ants.  Would the bloom open without them?

My new job training this week has been really nice.  Well, yes, I remember that I was exhausted the first part of the week.  I was sort of glazed over from receiving so much information.  On the flip side of that is the fact that the hospital is going to be a wonderful institution to work for and that I’m nearly done with my training!! 

I’ll soon be home, transcribing away! 

The savory on the front porch has a tiny little bloom — almost insignificant, but it is what draws me in to stop and look closely at the plant each and every time I go by it.

I know, from years of transcribing, it’s the little things that take a report from good to excellent.  But that’s the way it is with everything.  There must be some little thing that separates the mediocre from the really good and the really good from the excellent.

Sometimes the little things are hard to conquer.

Remember the little rosemary seeds I planted, way back in March?  This is one of the little plants.  I started with 100 peat pellets.  Of that, I had a really good success rate of germination.  I hear rosemary seeds are only about 5%!  Nevertheless, I had about 12 plants spring up.  Of that, once they were put on the front porch, Fluffy jumped on one flat and flipped it upside down, so that entire flat was lost!  (Arrrrrrrrrgh!!)  That left me with only 3 seedlings in the other flat, but they are doing great. 

You know what has appealed to me about all of this?  I gave the same love, care and attention to all 100 peat pellets.  The ones that didn’t make it got the same attention as the ones that did.  I could not, in a million years, have determined which would have lived and which would have died just by looking at the plain old dirt. 

We’re supposed to be kind to others without trying to judge who’s worthy of kindness and who’s not.

Up-close Jupiter’s beard bloom.

Princess of the Universe holds the first parsley worm of the season.

There’ll soon be blooms on the blackberry bushes.

Just wanted to share a few little things from the garden.

Lynn