A commonplace life, we say and we sigh;

But why should we sigh as we say?

The commonplace sun in the commonplace sky

Makes up the commonplace day.

The moon and the stars are commonplace things,

The flower that blooms and the bird that sings;

But sad were the world, and dark were our lot,

If flowers failed to bloom and the sun shone not.

-Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Although ordinary and commonplace yellow and orange beauties in the garden often bring me to a halt in treks around the yard.  How could they not?  There’s golden glory to behold in a daffodil which trumpets the coming growing seasons followed by, among other things, the splendid native daylily which heralds summer as she “boldly struts her brief hour upon life’s stage.”  Pansies and daisies are also quite commonplace, and yet in their typicality there is enough of the spectacular to declare them a worthy representative of God’s majesty in bloom.  In addition to the orange and lemony flowers are butterflies like the Gulf Fritillary and the Monarch, stunning “beasties” whenever and wherever their remarkable orange wings flutter.

Splendor and majesty are before Him; strength and joy are in His dwelling place.  ~1 Chronicles 16:27