When I look at flowers like this, I always ask a question. If I feel I get an answer, I take a photo.

We each have our questions, and the flowers each have their answers. The one above speaks to hope and whether it is real.

Sometimes, I think I hear what I want; sometimes, I am surprised. I attribute attitudes and emotions to flowers, as they are all about. How can you know for sure?

I just returned from the Dollar Store. I sneered at it for years; it wasn’t where I bought things. I came home with $21 in toilet paper (12 rolls), sink clear, anti-biotic hand strips, and some salted peanuts.

I love to shop there. I finally know how to feel good about spending money—I only get things I need at a reasonable price. That makes it fun.

I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

The one above speaks of the creative spark, which was said by the Kabbalah to be accurate.

I asked this one if one loses creativity when they get older. The flower said not, only if they give up on it.

I asked this one about climate change, and she said humans have shown no genuine interest in saving the world, only in making money to the very end.

I asked this one if they had any thoughts about politics, and she said no, she doesn’t ever think about politics; flowers are the opposite of that. Thanks, I said. Honestly, I hoped that is what I would hear.

This one is about friends if you think about it. Beautiful flowers hugging each other.

Wildflowers at the end of the day.

The first poppy, I think, is in my garden bed.