With Love from Grimsby
It's a mixed sunny cloudy morning. Grimsby is a bit cooler than the temperature in London.
I am wearing my light jacket while walking in the back garden.
White Butterfly is whispering to the red roses. I think talking about something personal. White butterfly looks a bit shy.
I
don't have to go closer. Not a good idea to intrude on their privacy.
Red roses look happy. I think they two are close friends. White
Butterfly used to come more often to share her moments with these
beautiful roses.
I think not we humans, all the creatures have
emotions. They are not robots. They are much better than us in so many
ways. Always come forward to spread happiness, to brighten our day.
It's
12. 45, I am getting ready to go to the Freshney shopping center with
my daughter. This is the only shopping mall here in Grimsby. Sun is just
awake, now out of his grey blanket.
In Europe the climate is
much different. Not like at my place in Canada. Here the flowering
season is much longer. I see beautiful flowers everywhere.
Home gardens look great and also flowers of so many colors beautifully arranged by the road side and at round about.
God
is Great, created so much for us to enjoy. Just pause, take a break to
smell the roses.
I read somewhere, “ Roses whisper of love, Daisies
smile with innocence and Lavender soothes the restless soul. “ . Try
that.
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