Beauty. Flowers.

Early. Early morning at the Los Angeles Flower Mart. So many flowers and berries and trees and garlands and wreaths and flowers and more flowers! So much beauty. So. Much. Beauty. We are drawn to beauty like moths to a single porch light. We long for it. Want to share it. Feel it. Experience it. Could it be that beauty is a sign, some kind of indication that there is something creative and beautiful beyond us? And in us? Oh the flowers. The beauty. The joy of being in the presence of color and scent and texture. All this in a season when we think of a child. So long ago. A child. A rose blooming. A kiss of beauty upon the earth.