Weekend Snapshot: The Shape and Color of Love
I love that rhododendrons are weeds to some and prized possessions to others. Seems to be lot each of us has inherited. When they bloom each May, I realize all over again that if you're beautiful, you're beautiful. That's all there is to it without any help or explanation. And if you're not, that's all there is to it. But I am comforted and pleased that so much in this world is beautiful.