Flowers whisper “Beauty!” to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall.
No one likes dandelions in one’s yard, but they are lovely, even in their pregnant state of parachuting seeds.
I came across this field of dandelions today while I was waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
But if I hadn’t been waiting, I wouldn’t have seen the field. If I didn’t see the field, I wouldn’t have seen the flowers.
Grateful for waiting. Grateful for dandelions.