Stop and Smell the Roses

My sweet neighbors have a sign in their front yard.  It reads "STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES" and is stuck firmly into the ground at the foot of a most amazing pink rose bush.  I'm not necessarily the most compliant person in the world, but, by golly, I follow its direction each and every time I pass by.  So does my little guy.  And ya know what else?  We stop and eat loquats, pet wandering cats, suck the sweet little drop of nectar out of honeysuckles, admire flowers that have defied the odds and have grown from cracks in the concrete, and rescue caterpillars crossing the street.

I was reminded today to embrace these wonderful little bits of life...they're beautiful and tasty (not so much the cats and caterpillars).