Day 24: Beauty in a broken world

Xanthophylls provide some of the last vibrant color we see each autumn in trees’ yellow leaves. They also offer some of the first yellows we see each spring. While I wait (impatiently) for my own daffodils to bloom, I have been enjoying seeing neighbors’ daffodils opening up.

A friend’s daffodils

I’m grateful for xanthophylls—though they’re something I never knew about before—because they fill our world with such beauty at a time when we’re all a bit color-starved. It’s as if they mirror little pieces of the sun for us here on earth.

In researching xanthophylls, I also stumbled across this cool at-home experiment for those of you (maybe the ones with kids climbing the walls during the pandemic?) who might enjoy a science experiment on xanthophylls and other plant pigments. The experiment focuses on fall leaves, but it also says you can use other items. So try it with spring flowers that are popping up in your yard. If you do the experiment, I hope you’ll share the results and some photos.

Join me in the hunt for beauty?
Where do you see beauty in a broken world? Want to add your own images during the 31-day journey? If so, feel free to comment below with your Instagram handle, and tag your Insta posts with #beautyinabrokenworld. You’ll find me there @pixofhope.

Blooming where you’re planted, even when you feel out of place

I suspect a daffodil along my front walk may be trying to teach me a lesson.

Growing in a most inconvenient place

I don’t know if previous homeowners purposely planted a bulb here, right where a bit of gravel fills in spaces between our walkway’s paved squares. Perhaps the bulb shifted there from somewhere nearby? But each of the three springs I have lived here, the bulb has sent up greenery and a single daffodil bloom.

It’s a persistent little thing, this daffodil, blooming in spite of its conditions.

I admire its tenacity when the dog’s tail whaps it as she walks by (almost every morning and evening) and its unwillingness to lie down or fall apart during a round of hail this past weekend. I appreciate its quiet beauty. Continue reading