I know to look for them now - these tiny wild orchids that push through the damp, leaf-littered earth in the heavy shade of the azaleas and scrub oaks - when the sun begins to sleep in at summer's end. Who knows how many years I missed this delicate tropical beauty before God put a camera in my hands and taught me to wander and linger - to cultivate an eye for life's mercies and be stilled in wonder at the gift of His daily graces.
