The earth laughs in flowers.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Have you ever gone on a wildflower drive? A dear friend and I have done so every spring for years. We choose a route and start out early, spirits high, usually with some of her fabulous baked goods to go with our morning coffees. It's a rare and wonderful day of deliberate lollygagging. We stop in all of the quaint little towns and pull over to gawk at fields of wildflowers. We chat all the while, of course, catching up on each other's news, reminiscing, too. Lunch is always on the agenda, with optional stops for coffee, ice cream, whatever looks good in a given moment.
A little shopping may or may not happen. New discoveries are always made. This year, we were served margaritas almost as big as our heads! Wow!
It's a day of friendship and laughter and flowers -- a gift of a day.
A Little of This, a Little of That
Keep me away from the wisdom that does not cry, the philosophy that does not laugh, and the greatness which does not bow before children. – Gibran Khalil Gibran
From me to you with a smile.
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