Sometimes beauty is hidden.
Imagine the other side of this leaf.
Or under my boot.
Sometimes it’s the quiet ones that slip by, barely noticed.
And the loud and flashy get all the attention.
Bigger, bolder doesn’t always work with me.
Not that I don’t appreciate inspiring views…I do.
I just tend to go for the quiet, the serene, the hidden beauty.
And that beauty always leads me back home.
Until tomorrow ~ hoping the leaves stay around a while longer ~ God willing,
Woodswoman
