On the little island where I grew up, there is the prettiest old graveyard. This time of the year it is over grown with daisies and dandelions, and the gravestones have to struggle to peak out over the long grasses. It's always been one of my favorite places to stop and rest and watch for swallowtail butterflies.
Later that day, I helped my uncle harvest flowers to sell in town. He gave me these beautiful roses (and cash money, natch!), and I walked home barefoot admiring them in the sun.
