Life is a flower. It grows from a sturdy stalk spawned from good roots. It may seasonal, annual, semi-annual or perennial. The kind of flower that life becomes is largely unknown to us. What appears to be the future of the flower often is not what the flower becomes. Flowers of life have their own unique life-cycle of beauty. Flowers eventually age and reach senescence. Life is much the same, a special, rather short flowering and then a steadiness, and waning like the heat of the sun in late evening.
We are drawn to flowers because of their colours, their textures, their shapes and their sizes. We are drawn to life itself for the same reasons. The myriad combinations of features in our experiences, exposures, reactions and outcomes along the journey are most fascinating and appealing.
Today I bought a dozen roses. Each set of three roses is a different colour – pink, peach, variegated red and white, and red. Beauteous together, they reflect the depth and breadth of my love for my wife, Janet, along life’s bountiful evolution. Thanks for your love Janet.