What is it about fresh flowers
that simply brings one's heart
to its knees?!
Maybe it's their precarious
nature once they've been cut.
Perhaps we all tend to enjoy
more that which is short lived.
Indeed, they have a gentle
beauty no matter the type or
name, no matter tame or wild,
no matter the scent, pleasant
or not.
Not to forget, dried petals and
leaves add such beauty, color,
scent and texture to potpourris
as well.
I do so love fresh flowers, and
as they are such a rare treat for
me, I love them all the more.
My special thanks to Alice,
Heidi and Joyce . . . you all
have so brightened my dark,
winter days!
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