I can't think of too many things that cheer me up in the same way yellow flowers do. I think it has something to do with the rambling, yellow roses on our farm that used to bloom around my birthday each year when I was a kid. It always seemed as though they bloomed just for me.
A friend gave me three daylilies a few years ago. I'm not good with daylilies, but this one proved hardy enough to tolerate its lack of attention for a couple of years. Sadly, it's gone now.
Hedge roses are also tough enough to survive in their corner of my neglected garden. These keep blooming, in spite of me.
And there are wildflowers.
What does this have to do with writing? Blogging authors ask that a lot, don't they? Well, frankly, this post doesn't have much to do with anything except yellow flowers. I hope you like them.
3 comments:
Pat - I love those flowers! How very beautiful! And sometimes, it really is the healthy, right thing to do to just take in beauty. Good for you!
We have yellow daffodils that come up every year.
Sometimes a flower is "just" a flower. Stop and smell it, for crying out loud! :-] Nice job, Pat!
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