I am a flower addict. I admit it, I am obsessed. I see a flower and I can not help but touch it, stare at it, and finally inhale to smell it. I exhale and let nature lead me to creativity. I look at the earth differently. I seek scents, color and texture. I cannot get enough.
My family loved gardening. The gardens were filled with vegetables and flowers. It wasn’t a chore for me to help weed, water or harvest. I would visit my grandparents house and take a self-guided tour of their oversized yard. I remember tulips, lily of the valley and geraniums everywhere. I looked forward to picking blueberries in the summer. I now have my own flower garden. One year I had so many zinnias that I gave them away. These simple little bouquets made everyone so happy! At that point, I knew this was something I wanted to do more of. It was so rewarding to me.
Springtime was always my favorite time of year with vibrant colors everywhere. I love the sweet smell of fresh air, no other season can compare. I am hypnotized by the gifts Mother Nature adorns, a brand new life has been born. I smile as the rain falls upon my face. I do not wish to be in any other place. I gaze through the window at the end of the day. Until tomorrow let come what may.