I was inches away from harvesting these flowers in my garden, with a selfish plan to garner them for myself in a craftily arranged bouquet, displayed on my desk for a few fleeting days.

But as my pruner reached out for the first flower, a cool summer breeze gently drifted by, swaying and bending the delicate stems, unintentionally (or intentionally….we never know ) arranging a more elegant bouquet than my hands ever could produce.

And I quickly realized that Mother Nature never intended for her beauty to be captured. There is no improvement I can possibly make to this masterful painting of harmonious hues and textures. And so I put my pruners away, sat down for a moment, and enjoyed this masterpiece with the bees dancing in the soft glow of the evening Sun.