Beauty in the small places

It has been a terrible few days. Our country had the most hideous crime perpetrated against our citizens; a massacre in two mosques when Friday prayers were taking place. 50 are dead, over 20 are dangerously ill with injuries, 10 more hover between life and death. The nation is living with grief and will do for some time to come.

As an introvert, I process the highs and lows of life quietly and alone. I find great peace in small things. Here are a few from the last 48 hours, mushrooms in our garden, and feathers from the doves my friend keeps as pets.

Then the colour from some wild flower seeds my husband scattered recently.