I stopped on my way out the drive the other morning to snap a picture of the pond. I shared it with a friend who remarked on the beauty of it all. I agreed, of course, and yet a part of me felt like correcting her. The pond, afterall, isn’t really that beautiful. Right now it’s at the lowest we’ve ever seen it. The trees, shrubs and grass haven’t leafed out yet so there’s really no real color in the area. On this particular morning the Canadian geese hadn’t even arrived yet and the turtles weren’t basking on logs. It really was just a plain, early spring, colorless pond.

But add in one gorgeous sunrise and presto! You have an enchanting moment.

I thought about that throughout the day. How something so routine, drab and even lifeless can change dramatically if we just alter the lens we view it through.

My mother-in-law has been staying with us and she had a friend over the other day while I was at work. She toured the friend around our property, showing off the garden, chicken coop, cows and woods like the proud mother she is. Later, as she recounted the visit, she told us how much her friend just loved our home and all our animals. How she took pictures and was amazed at some of the things we had created here.

It was a good reminder to us, that even when all we see are flower beds that need mulching, or a garden that needs weeding and planting, or even a pasture that is full of stale hay and manure, others see it very differently. We were reminded of the beauty that we can take for granted. Of all the little details that make our property our home. We were reminded to see our little part of the word with a rose colored lens. For we are, indeed, blessed by these ten little acres and all the beauty they hold for us.