Native To My Heart

Every year there is one flower I admire and long to pick.
I wait, and when I see the buds start to form, I can't help but contain my emotion in anticipation.
 
On the day it blooms, I pick it from its stem, take a deep breath, face the West and blow.
 
I only face the West because it's usually evening time when I make my way to it, with the sun setting and the blue backdrop against white silken seeds floating on the breeze, this little flower paints one beautiful picture I've grown quite fond of.
 
However, I guess the wind must have blew them in the opposite direction last year, because now there are several flowers of the same sort growing along the edge of the hay field.  
 
So, as you could imagine, I was delighted to create such a shower of feathery wishes this year after they bloomed.
 
It's these small beautiful things in life that give pause to my heart long enough to breathe in slowly, live in the moment and rest...❤️