The Adventures of Broccoli

I'm watching them more these days, intentionally stopping my always-important business to just inhale the "mundane" moments that appear when I least expect them. To forget the multiplying mess my table displays. To focus instead upon the play encircling its borders during a Monday lunch.

The personification of broccoli? Really? Have they been doing this stuff all along and I was too busy to notice?

As green florets played freeze tag around the plate before landing on the Ranch-dressing "base," the pony-tail shape of one stalk reminded Blondie of a poem she memorized and then promptly recited to the broccoli audience...with brother's help. {I didn't even know he was listening all those days long ago she spent learning it.}

As for Cupcake, he laughed with delight in between mouthfuls of peanut butter and repeated every word they said.

I just watched. And laughed. And felt the fullness of gratitude well up inside. And then I got my camera.

It won't always be this messy...or this imaginative.

Life bursts forth, like Spring, into every nook and cranny of this season in my life. I'd simply been too much of a grown-up to let go and watch it unfold, too caught up in hurrying and scurrying and tasking...seeing the act of lunch as a chore to complete rather than a sight to behold. Funny what happens when you're not looking.

{And I hereby declare that it is forever okay, constructive even, to play with one's food. Couple that with the not making beds or folding laundry from last week and I am well on my way to mayhem.}

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