Can you not help but stop to take a breath when you see a water iris about to bloom?
or these night blooming jimson weed flowers attracting huge hawk moths the size of hummingbirds
or this orangey heavily scented rose that bloomed along with my 5 other bushes outside my windows that are FULL of flowers and filling the open windows with breezy thick smells that no perfume or air freshener can capture
I still have this Mother Goose book. I can remember her smell and the creak of the wood rocking chair. I swear I made my oldest some pants out of vintage fabric that was a near match to these she is wearing lol.
Love that hair and I believe I had a haircut similar to that when I was a teen.
I believe this was probably my first birthday--goofy little kid--she knew I loved her, she knew the girls loved her. She will be celebrated and missed as well.
So I think what I am really trying to say is that when you are feeling rushed or pulled in a billion directions give yourself permission to take stock of what is going on around you. It really is all about quality not quantity in the end.