Repetition Poem + Pressed Flower top

top 8x10 original poem (typed on vintage paper with my 1940s typewriter) and pressed flower in frame.

Significance of Poem:
As a young mother, my tasks were mundane and repetitive. (In many ways, they still are!) One autumn morning, I was commenting on how much I enjoy the changing of the leaves, and then it hit me — these trees have four basic jobs they complete throughout the seasons, only to start them over in the next one...and it's the very nature of their repetition that brings ME joy! What many parallels could be made for our duties in parenting, in life?.