I remember when I was 19 years old and I was looking at a flower bed of petunias… in all the typical solid colors. I found myself staring intently at the colors while recognizing for the first time how deeply beautiful the pure colors actually were. I clearly remember thinking that nothing unnatural could come close to matching in clarity, richness, and inspiring as the colors of those flowers. Ever since I have never seen the colors of flowers as before that moment.
Around our yard this time of the year, I wander and stop at each blossom as if each one was a chapel. I am so thankful for the simple joy of flowers.