A magnificent Sycamore tree-hug today in my front yard.
As a tree grows its bark must adapt to the trunk expanding. Some barks stretch, some split. The Sycamore bark sloughs off the older bark.
In the garden bright-topped stamens danced in a fuzzy purple clouds.
Exquisite dahlia perfection. Love.
And me on the Cub Cadet. My new chore, mowing the lawn. It was fun once I got the hang of it! Be like a tree - adapt. Find the perfection in your own unique being. 💚 Peace