Life has been so gray for the last year and a half that I've forgotten to look at the little universe of beauty in my corner of the world.
Like wild flowers. I don't even mind them when they're yellow. Yet this is the first time I've noticed them since the pandemic began.
Maybe it's the new puppies, or just the old me waking up. Anyway, it was a beautiful morning.
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That old axiom of 'stop and smell the flowers' is still a good instruction. Sometimes, that's all it takes. :)
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