In our courtyard, the moss roses are in bloom for reasons of their own. They have no thought of their loveliness to my gaze — how the variety of their colors delights me.
I am utterly astonished by this.
The Mind of a Blossom
Pondering Hope in Everyday Moments
Contemplation Garden 
So that’s what those flowers are, over never known or would have attached that name to them. Pretty 🙂
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