Daisies In A Vase

We're driving up West Main Street on a dark and stormy evening in early June. It's getting late, and we're both sleepy. As Rob navigates the pickup through the rain, I look to my right. I have noticed this house in passing before, the way one glances at other people's homes as you drive through town. The lawn, the flowers, trees and shrubberies, as well as the house itself are a pleasure to look at. This is clearly a home, a well loved, well kept home. Tonight the porch light is on. The bright light shining on the porch illuminates a large vase of bright, beautiful daisies, a contrast to the dark, rainy night. As I look at the daisies, I picture who might live there. I can picture a boy of perhaps 7 or 8, carefully handing the vase to his Grandmother earlier that afternoon. I can see her stroking his hair, and smiling her thanks, proclaiming that the beautiful blooms must be placed right on the front porch where everyone will be able to see them! This little snippet in time, looking at my neighbor's daisies reminds me that these seemingly small wonders are the blessings that make life grand. There are so many simple pleasures for us to enjoy every day, if we only look around us.