Flowers are the music of the ground

From earth’s lips spoken without sound;

Flowers are as music, silent, deep

Oxlyps, marigolds, music men keep

In pots and vases, beds and jars

Music as though they were bundles of stars!

Excerpt from Flowers, by Edwin Curran

What screws us up most in life is the picture in our head of how it’s supposed to be.

—Author Unknown

I’ve been thinking a lot. That’s what happens when I have time on my hands (did I just say that in an earlier post?). What I’ve noticed lately is that—in certain areas—I’m a bit of a control freak. Nothing huge, mind you, just little nagging issues that bother me.