Happiness Blossoms

Annah ElizabethLeave a Comment

This morning I took the dog for our daily exercise regime and couldn’t resist this enormous bloom on a stalk that stood above my five-foot-two frame.

I felt as if I was looking at this wonder through the eyes of a mesmerized toddler.

This is literally stopping to smell the roses, I thought.

I wiped the sweat from my brow and smiled as I snapped a few photos with my handy dandy iPhone.

Newly energized, I finished the jog home.

How do you stop to smell the roses, either literally or figuratively?
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