Slower

For a Better Slower Mother's Day. Economical, too. Cheaper just doesn't sound right. You have a week to get this together. Be thoughtful. Something to do? Something to eat? Something to use? Something to plant? Some thoughts.

Your own parade. A walk in the park. Easter's so late this year the trees are already in blossom. Looks like the floral decoration for the world's biggest Easter bonnet. It's Sunday. Take a minute. Take a look. Just Press Play.

My Forsythia's in full bloom. You can use it for a little practice. Spring training. Slower training. C'mon, it's Sunday. It'll just take a minute. Press Play. Then you'll be ready to get out there, into the field. For the real thing.

Yosemite is one of those time-stood-still places. Like nothing much has changed since the glacier came and went. The national parks are the ticket. To time travel. This is not the modern world. Take a great walk close to home. Think about taking an awesome walk sometime soon.

You have to admire the patience. This is real Slow writing. No shortcuts with this technology. You probably won't find any petroglyphs today. But you might find some time. To make something out of. Doesn't really matter if nobody else knows what it means. Might just mean a nice day.

Did you ever wonder what's going on when the egg white turns ... white? If knowing about this doesn't spoil the purity of your just-watching experience, press Play and I'll tell you. Or go crack an egg into a hot frying pan and watch the real thing. Nice thing on a Sunday morning.

Feels pretty good, waking up to the first day of Spring. Be getting warmer, not colder. Lighter, not darker. Greener, not browner. Sooner or later there'll be flowers. Go look for your first daffodil. Or Press Play. It'll only take a minute.

Always surprises me how long it takes from the time the bottom of the sun hits the horizon until the top disappears. Two and a half minutes. Really. Press Play. You'll see. C'mon, you have an extra hour before dark. Settle into slow motion, like the sun.

I was looking for camellias in all the wrong places. Peering through gates. Around walls. Then I looked up. Not an appeal to the heavens. I just looked up. There they were. Sometimes you just have to turn your head. Almost Spring. Press Play and take a look.

A garden maze like they have in the gardens of those 17th century mansions in Charleston. If you don't have a maze, take a walk in the woods. Someplace you can actually get lost. Really focuses you. But relaxes you at the same time. Take a minute. Press Play. For a clue.