One of the most beautiful things we see everyday but often overlook as we get swept up in the river of our own routines.
A little bit of colour can change everything. Most importantly it impacts mood.
When you really study flowers you can see a painted canvas of natures glory.
I remember when I was little I would rip flowers from my grandmothers garden and shove them into my pockets as I made a hasty dash inside. She would ask me if I had been playing with her roses and I would whisper a lie as the petals burned in my pockets. I would take them home and gasp when the colour would drain and the petals would droop in defeat; only for the cycle to repeat itself.
Colour led me to becoming an artist. Watching all the stress and angst of the week melt away in a stroke of a brush.
One little flower can mean so much right now in a world of murder and hate crimes.