As I watch my little flower garden bloom, it's like a play
with main characters in different scenes.
The tulips take the stage with the daffodils, in act one.
As the acts change, different blooms step to the front.
Today, the corral bells, in their pink,
dance with the white and purple columbine.
Each act is lovely, as every flower waits for its turn to bloom.
No one is expected to flower every day.
Be kind to yourself.
