Thinking of all the beauty around us this time of year and offering this message:
Yesterday, I walked under a canopy of mimosa tress,
Maybe a dozen,
Who could count the fragrance was so intoxicating,
The shade so soothing.
Then someone pointed out
That mimosas are inherently messy.
Like being in love,
Or acting on what you say you believe-
Beauty and truth will always be messy
for those who look down.
Blessings of summer days to everyone