Flowers are especially beautiful to me when it rains, especially when it’s a soft rain. The flowers seem to gain strength from it, but are surprisingly fragille when the rain is hard or there is hail.

They can take the sun away from us today, but not the color or the light. Not as long as the flowers are her.

It was raining when I went out this morning, but it was a soft and quiet rain. I wanted to wish everyone a Happy Holiday today, America is in a painful place right now and needs good will and support and some gentleness.

I will be hoping for that today. Maria and I want to have a quiet day a day (or afternoon) of silence and meditation. We have a lot to think about. Thanks for all the good wishes and sweet flower comments. The flowers are opening me up and pulling up a gentler me.

I hope I neve lose my  barbs, but I see there was something inside of that wanted and needed to come out.

I’m fascinated by the different shapes and curves flowers reveal.

The drops that sit on the flowers when it rains are beautiful in their own right.

This color pink is regal and dignified to me.

The blue sky wants to come out of hiding.