Day Forty-eight

I was out walking, and couldn't help but notice all the new flowers - violet, blue, yellow, white... So lovely; just bursting with vitality and life, but demure about it. Flowers tend to be mysterious like that, I wouldn't think for a second that a flower is really so shy. Then again, maybe that's why they're so beautiful - they don't realize it themselves! (Personally, I think that's the best kind of beauty - the unassuming, unpretentious kind)

I was inspired - I think I'll have to plant some flowers in my two flower boxes, one of each color, so I have a rainbow.

I was going to put a potted aloe plant in the middle