I love flowers.
I love how they can evoke so many moods and adorn so many occasions.
I love that they can be bursting with colorful life or mimic our sorrow.
When I was a kid I used to tell people not to pick flowers because it hurt them.
I don’t have any picked flowers in my house, but I do like to have a bountiful, eclectic garden full of floral prismatic colors and kaleidoscope patterns within petals.
I’m not prejudiced against types of flowers and I’m not even that educated about species, etc. I tend to like anything and the better they are for wildlife the better.
I think moonflowers are one of my favorites though.
So mysterious, so mystical.
And aromatic honeysuckles always remind me of home.
Often I get lost in mentally deconstructing the nuanced detail of a bloom.
A universe within a universe within a universe.
I’m kind of obsessed with finding profound beauty in everyday life.
And flowers are often what I see on my walk to and from work that evoke such feelings for me.
There is so much beauty Earth holds that is unique only to Earth that we either see, smell, taste, hear or feel every single day from the moment we are born to the moment we move on.
How lucky are we to experience these beauties of a planet as opposed to viewing one from afar?