Stop to Smell the ROSES
Last week I divided a bouquet – flowers at my mother’s grave; gifted to my aunt; and a couple retained for myself.
The color GRABBED me when I saw them, a deep blush pink – They “called to me.”
Then I spotted their ‘name’:
LOVELY LYDIA
How could someone who reads Jane Austen and researches her niece-by-marriage, Emma Austen Leigh, RESIST? Instantly, sprang to mind: “LYDIA BENNET” (Pride and Prejudice, of course).
By the time I got home, though, I found the name had morphed in my mind into:
Laughing Lydia
and that is what I call them now, whenever I glance at these roses, though the blooms in my vase have now “dried” into little dangling bells of pink blush.
I leave you that thought today, and wish you – especially those who are home, sheltering from the coronavirus – to “take a moment and smell the roses.” Enjoy what brings you pleasure, whether online or in a book (for instance). Revel in good health, or increasing health if you’ve been ill (any illness). Leave a moment, too, to remember those no longer in your life. And always: LAUGH along with Lydia.
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