Stop in the virtual flower shop Today's Flowers for a nice start to your week.
Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains
of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring. [from Northern Exposure, Wake Up Call, 1992]
I always like white flowers the best because they glow and reflect. . . and always draw me to them. In the language of flowers cosmos mean 'peaceful.' That cinches it for me!