My lemon tree is not beautiful. Nor is it bountiful. But this year, it grew a small crop of lemons.
Have you ever held a freshly picked lemon in two hands? Have you ever spent time just breathing it in? Five deep breaths to awaken more than just your nose.
The simple beauty and equality of scent. The wonder of growth. The awe that even though I didn’t nurture this tree, it still bore fruit.
Magic right there in my back yard. Magic right there in my two hands. And magic when I take five deep breathes and a moment to consider.