No Enough in Nature

Perhaps there is no enough in nature. The winter grass is growing fast, yet who has time or desire to count the blades or tally even half the drops of winter rain that softened the ground to make way for them?

Maybe outside a fresh scent is drifting in the air. As it wafts through rooms of the house, across empty platters it comes to rest in a bouquet of flowers. Once there, it speaks to us. It says, the bright shower of good things is ever descending. It is all a giving. Enjoy it now. Let the crumbs fall (aren’t there birds enough to pick them up?)