“The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.” –Hada Bejar
No, they aren’t roses. I’m equally excited about them, though.
They are tulips in my very own flower garden—my first blooms this season, actually. These lovelies opened up yesterday. I spied them as I was headed back into the office—post a lunch date with my lovable diva pet. They (and she) made me smile—on a day I found myself often tapping into the comfort of my own deep breathing--a strategy I am guessing I was not alone in.
Extending to you the comfort and smiles these sweet tulips are bringing me. Joy and peace. T.