Neatly lined up in a row, each one with its own unique colors and design. All the same, but different.
Like a new box of crayons. I can't help but smile and get excited to create something out of a bunch of the fantastically colored stems. Soon, they will lose their vibrance and become part of the landscape. I want to be inspired by they sturdiness, their uniqueness in being the last flowers of the season. Simple yet wonderfully filed with substance.
They make me want to jump up and down, dance in circles and sing loud notes. They inspire me to take out a paint brush and start putting big, bright, bold strokes of color across the canvas.