This morning I turned earth in my front garden bed and scattered seed from last year’s flower head harvest. Then I went for my matinal walk. The fresh air announced the arrival of spring.

Along the way, I found a host of hostas bedecked with the glittering jewels left by the overnight shower. I bent to look more closely and noticed that where the frond faced the rising sun directly, the water had begun to evaporate, flattening the luster of the leaf. It was only the growth that arched toward the shade that kept its iridescent beads of light.

Sometimes, to see beauty, we must look obliquely.