when flowers speak

on this dark, dreary, rainy day when I went to my mailbox I glanced over at my front flower bed...

my crocus just keep pushing up and blooming

my snowdrops are late this year and blooms are sparse

my first daffodil is opening

I was reminded that flowers don't argue about 

the weather conditions

the place they are planted

what the flower next to them is doing 

(or not doing)

whether or not it's the "right time" for them to bloom,

what they might have to face after showing their faces

they just keep doing the next right thing they were created to do

lessons I can glean from...