A Gift for You - A Flower and A Poem

 

Primulas found this weekend at our local Rhododendron Gardens.

A simple poem today by Mary Oliver, but one to think about.

 

The Old Poets of China

Wherever I am, the world comes after me.

It offers me its busyness. It does not believe

that I do not want it. Now I understand

why the old poets of China went so far and high

into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist. 

And some days it feels like a good time to creep into the mist or maybe under a quilt and give yourself a little hug.
 

Have a good week, dear friends! 

I am off to give a hug to someone that needs it today.