 I can feel my stone roots sinking as I'm slowly enveloped in the growth of all this beauty as the seasons progress. Some plants rise and uplift their buds whereas others stretch languidly across my canopy. The true spirit of natural growth lives here.
 Welcome to my pavilion of blooms! Wander around the sumptuously tempting heads, encased in their lusciously unfurled leaves and find a nook to rest here. Tea and biscuits will appear as if by magic in a flurry of sparkles, to ease you into this world of wonder.
 We're all aglow inside this cosy nook of all things flowers. Even outside, blossom is sweeping in swathes as branches are swished, shedding those petals to beautify every surface. Who says there’s no such thing as natural beauty?
 Open my door and you'll be greeted with thousands of upturned, bright and smiling faces, beaming their hellos. Coupled with their earthy, just-trimmed stems scent, how can you resist?
 It always astounds me how plants appear to have a head for heights. Plants don’t feel wobbly (or they disguise it well if they do!) or fall off ladders unless someone wobbles them. Is this a tip for life? Stand your ground no matter how high up from the ground you feel.
(musing from someone who frequently has wobbly vertigo, and for whom ladders require much courage and gulps of air) |
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