Taking the Time

Everyone tells you to remember to stop and smell the flowers.

"Enjoy the little things."

I was sure to take time to stop and smell the flowers.

I was so worried about

stopping

and

smelling.

and then I remembered the enjoying.

The earth under my feet was strong, yet pillowy soft. I was supported and almost greeted by the grass that stood at attention.

Perhaps the grass had wished I would stop and notice it more often.

Perhaps the waving trees and the ladybugs on their morning commute had sometimes stopped to notice me, too.

I wondered what the flowers we are told to stop and smell so often did to enjoy the little things. You know, instead of stopping to smell themselves.

I wondered.

Perhaps a flower was so happy being a flower that it does not have to stop to enjoy.

the flower I had stopped to smell seemed to beam up at me, inviting me, maybe smelling me back.

And instead of

stopping

and

smelling

the flowers, I decided today to just

be a flower.

I enjoyed;

not just the little things, but the big things, too.

I wonder if anyone will stop to smell me.

I hope they like lavender deodorant.