The gardens of the world, in my neighborhood, in Holland on a ranch in Mexico blooms are breezing in the sun. Each has it’s charm, its color. Color is one of the reasons why I love flowers. I have been walking to and from work for years. Yes I’d enjoy the peace clear my mind and get ready to start the day. Oh but these days I let the color and the evening breeze calm me. I never noticed the texture, the patterns and shapes. To think of it now.