Photo of the Day: {unexpected beauty}

I am definitely a "stop and smell the roses" type of girl and I think I always have been. I remember taking walks with my grandma in the mountains and her telling me about certain wild flowers. Or my grandad pointing out a tree and being able to tell me the exact name of it - even though they always looked the same to me. 


I always spent a lot of time with my grandma in her garden too. We would plant, water, and weed continually. She is a quiet lady so if there was any talking it was usually done by me. But I remember the quiet moments and just admiring the plants. 


She also had a ton of roses at the house they lived in when I was growing up. She can make anything grow. She would bring home these half-dead plants from the store she worked at and I swear within a couple of weeks they would be blooming like no other. 


To this day I love to garden and I love roses and lilacs especially because that was what was at my grandma's house. Although, I have grown to love all flowers. I am blessed to have both roses and lilacs at the house we live in now - a gift from the previous owners. 


The other day I was walking in the front of my house admiring the roses. There is a pink rose bush that smells especially delightful. Cale was out with me and I told him to smell one of the roses. He did. His reaction made me smile. He said, "Oh mom, this smells soooo good." Yep. I passed it on to the next generation. 


Anyway, I am so off course here it isn't even funny but I promise it does all relate.... I think. 


 I think my "stop and smell the roses" attitude irritates people from time to time. When they have a hurry up and go attitude and I am off smelling flowers it tends to be of some annoyance. Fortunately, my husband tolerates me well. Most of the time he is super patient with me unless I am making him late to meet someone and then he gently nudges me a long. 


 However, he does get a kick out of me and the photos I take. I am ALWAYS taking pictures of the flowers at whatever location we are at. I could be in a giant parking lot with a weed growing up through a crack and I will be taking a picture of it. When my time is done here on this earth whoever gets the job of sifting through my photos will think I am nuts. Oh well. It could be worse and maybe, just maybe, they will see the same unexpected beauty I so often find.