It’s the little things

There is a quote from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle that I apply to my daily life: “It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.” Today while walking on the dirt roads that surround my house, as always I admire the big and small beauty around me.

This caterpillar was the first thing I saw after making it to the bottom of my long, steep driveway. About the size of my index finger and an incredible shade of green, it was moving at a steady pace. My thoughts went back to my little green friend several times as I too moved at a good pace, my leg feeling better after an acupuncture treatment three days earlier.

The vibrant yellow wild flowers that have been lining the road recently are also part of the little things I admire. I’ve been noticing the change of what’s blooming over the months and these are the predominant flower on this last day of August.

As much as I focus on the little things, I can’t forget how they all add up to the big picture of how beautiful nature is and how lucky I am every day to be in it.