Turnaround

It was a sunny morning, so I was eager to open the blinds and look outside. No dog walkers yet. No birds of note. Oh well. I went into the kitchen and made our tea. 

My second look outside made me shriek, "Val: Greta's gone!" I roared into the front yard and, indeed, Greta was gone. I saw what I had not seen at first glance: the empty spot. The #ClimateAction sign I had had made and been displaying in the front yard for months now was gone. Damn! That was the second one taken by someone. I only hoped they wanted Greta Thunberg and her call to action on climate change for their own yard — and not their garbage bin. 

I came inside and made coffee. 

A short while later, I went outside again, coffee in hand, and stood at the end of the front path, lamenting quietly to myself the state of the world that would see a political sign stolen from a front yard. 

And then I turned around, toward the house. And I saw Greta. 

In a flash, I remembered that, in fact, it had been I who had moved the sign close to the house wall the other day, directly beneath the window and out of sight from inside. The wind had been fierce and I was afraid the metal H-shaped sign-holder would snap in the gusts. Oops. 

On that sunny morning, I was reminded (and not for the first time) that a change of view — sometimes a literal turnaround — can introduce a change in perspective and bring sharply into focus that which had previously been un-seen. #LifeLesson 

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A Post a Day in May No. 10 For the past two years, I have posted something to this blog every single day in May. This year, I hope to do it again.