"They are fleeting
they are fragile"
begins this poem by Wendy Videlock.
Yes, no wonder we relate so much to flowers, can see ourselves in them.
Although it's nearly fall, I thought it would be nice on a Friday morning to listen to "Spring Night" played by James Rhodes. Regular readers of CT will remember me linking to the article, "Find What you Love and Let it Kill You," a while back.
Have a beautiful morning. I hope it includes a little time for you to do what you love.