Look!

Every year I am so thrilled when the first daffodils bloom. For me, it is the official end of Winter. But every year, when I see their dried up brown dead heads hanging in the breeze, I realize that I never truly took the time to savor their blossoms. I always seem to be too busy and too distracted to even take five minutes out of my day to enjoy them. In recent years, I have made a point of doing more than walking by hurriedly. I actually sit down with them in my garden and enjoy their presence. I appreciate their color and am grateful for their wonder. Flowers do become more beautiful the longer I look at them. This way, when the beauty of the daffodils is gone, I have no regrets.