This pretty pink lily was open when we visited my parents a couple of days ago. It’s been coming up faithfully for the past several years, without expanding or multiplying, but also without diminishing. There’s something to be said for simply sustaining, and surviving, especially in this insane world. I captured it here for you to view, even if you can’t quite sniff its exquisite perfume.
Saturdays should bloom like this lily – quietly, delicately, sweetly, and beautifully. Summer mornings are much too fleeting. We must stop to smell the flowers, pausing in the quick passing of the sunny season. I’ll keep this morning post brief so you can do something like that. Meet me back here in a few hours for something more substantial.
