Flowers

Spring is here and with that all that comes with it. Sunshine and clearblue sky one minute and next time you have a peek through the window it's overcast and rainclouds are moving in.

There are trees in full bloom and on the side of the road you can find some crocus determined to live despite the lack of fresh air, perhaps to make us see the pretty colours and appreciate the beauty of life and nature if only for a minute as we stress and rush from one thing to the next.

I love flowers. I love the smell and feel of flowers. Some are delicate to touch whereas others can be a bit prickly and in need of not being touched. Very much like people, I guess. Flowers can represent someone we love, someone we've lost and miss or feelings we have but cannot put to print or in words.

I've decided to plant a rosebush on my pony Maja's grave when I go home next week. It'll thrive as it's a perfect position for it and it's a fitting flower as she used to eat all the rosebuds from the bush on the yard despite our attempts to keep her away from it. I miss her. She was my "flower".