On Observing A Blossom On The First Of February 1796 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem Unfoldest timidly, (for in strange sort This dark, frieze-coated, hoarse, teeth-chattering month Hath borrow'd Zephyr's voice, and gazed upon thee With blue voluptuous eye) alas, poor Flower! These are but flatteries of the faithless year. Perchance, escaped its unknown polar cave, Even now the keen North-East is on its way... Source: The Golden Book Of Coleridge Copyright 1914 London: J.M. Dent & Sons, Ltd. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.
Even the sweetest of flowers weather storms.
Observe your own thoughts.
A wise woman once told me (click the link to see)—If you are angry, most likely your mind is stuck on something in the past. If you are anxious, you are probably worrying about the future.
Stop and smell the roses.
It’s not about roses, you know. It’s about staying present. Seek beauty and goodness, and you will find more of the same. And so I send you good vibes today. May the rest of April bring you joy, fulfillment, perspective, and hope.