And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: “Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations).” So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.