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It is 147pm. I just woke up from a nap. I had Sunday lunch which was chicken soup. My mobile phone does not have much charge left. I decided to write. What can I write about? I asked my mom what to write about. She said to write about flowers plants. She wants flowers in the yard. Flowers are beautiful. Flowers are attractive. Flowers are calming. Flowers are part of God's creation. I am reminded of the saying that we should stop and smell the roses. We should appreciate the now. Learn from the past, plan for the future but live in the now. I asked my mom why she likes flowers? She says it is therapy for the mind, it helps her to elevate her spirits and it makes the place look beautiful. That is flower power I would say.

My favorite plant is the croton. I love passing through the countryside, especially in Tobago, and seeing the rich croton plants. Crotons are flowers-like I would say. Let us say they are pseudo flowers plants because of the mixture of colors on the leaves that seem to bloom without the blossom. When I attended secondary school we had to bring a plant to school for horticulture class. I brought a croton plant that I walked the length of Frederick street with. Do not ask me why I chose a concrete plant pot to plant this croton in. Do crotons have a smell? Otherwise I could say, stop and smell the crotons. Maybe I could settle for, stop and stare at the crotons.

Life is short. We do not know what tomorrow brings. I pray for a better future but only God knows the full of it. Live in the now and appreciate the now. The energetic sun is peeping through the bedroom curtain. The fan is humming a song of breezes. I plugged my phone in to get more juice. The road is empty of any vehicular noises. I am happy writing in my corner. I am happy that I woke up to see another day. I am happy that I am with God. God gives us enough reasons to love the life we live. Life is not always going to be a bed of roses. Every rose has its thorn but we can always find something to be grateful for. We can always find roses among the bushes to stop and smell the roses.
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