L is for LADYSLIPPER

Today my post must be short, so I am just posting something that I hope is lovely and uplifting.

When I was little, my mother and I used to look for lady slippers in the woods. They were rare, so rare that you were never supposed to pick them. To me, finding a lady slipper was as magical as spying a fairy in the garden.

I hope that you happen upon something today, just one simple thing, that fills your heart with as much delight as finding a pink lady slipper hiding among feathery ferns by the edge of a sparkling brook.