I love how yesterday’s blossoms are today’s gutter confetti bombs.

How spring keeps coming.

How, as a novice planter, I accidentally timed the garden so every blue flower in existence appeared at the same time.  And none else.

How there is still beauty in monochrome.

And in mistakes.

How the seasons teach impermanence.

And everything is but a blip. (Cue the hoorays and confetti!)

I love how yesterday’s blossoms are today’s gutter confetti bombs.

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