Which is why I’ll never stop wearing them on my sleeve.
Can you imagine a day where we all just stopped arguing with words and tried it with roses instead? After all, they do have thorns. I’m confident that we’d reach a peaceful agreement more quickly. I’m not happy to admit that I’ve discovered only in recent years that stepping into a garden blossoms more zen than any type of quasi-self-help I’ve picked and tried as water for my foundation.
The fortress that grows right outside. Grounds covered in helping hands that embrace you in with everlasting scents, colors, textures, the list goes deep into the bushes. More and more I find myself wanting to retreat to the backyard, or front, or side. Anywhere the roots point to. Find me there.
Oh, and in other groundbreaking news…florals are for all seasons.
