“Sometimes you have to die inside kind of in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person.” – Gerard Way.

One of the things I love about the flowers in my garden bed is the lovely way they die and give birth again and again. Flowers remind me of my own continuing rebirth. They are beautiful in death, life and rebirth.

Every night when he went to sleep, said Mahatma Gandhi, “I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.” I share that feeling. Every morning is a new life, a new day, a new way to be, a chance to be wiser, better. There is no past, no future, only now.

Flowers mean a lot to me now; they are all about birth and rebirth. These photos today reflect that and hopefully honor it. All the flowers are young or newly born, all in the rain. A Zinnia, A Dahlia, A Peony. Welcome to our world.

A new Dahlia, born this morning.

A new peony, opening up.