Earth laughs in flowers. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Last night my boys and I took a walk along the river. As they cast their fishing rods hoping to catch a trout, I picked flowers. The wild flowers in the mountains are at their glorious peak, and their chaotic, unabashed showiness looked to me like some kind of riot of nature. The sun set in the sky, and their shreaks of delight as they finally caught a fish were the perfect symphony to accompany my bouquet of daisies and wild sage.
There is nothing in this whole existence that we call life that makes me feel more at peace than picking flowers. Smelling flowers. Arranging flowers. Gazing on flowers.
I know... I'm such a girl!