A thousand tiny petals, singing softly together.
It wasn't the roses or tall sunflowers that caught my eye this time. It was these tiny pink blossoms, clustered together, shining quietly in the garden.
Individually, they looked delicate - but together, they painted the ground with light. Their colour felt like laughter, like a soft chorus rising in the breeze. I found myself smiling without even realising it, because sometimes beauty doesn't need to be grand to touch us.
These flowers reminded me that joy often comes from small things: Jane's laugh, a cup of warm tea, a single crochet stitch in a quiet moment. Alone they may seem little, but together they become the fabric of our days.
So today, I carry this thought: happiness doesn't always arrive as something big. It blooms in small petals, and it stays when we notice them.
What tiny joy has bloomed in your life recently?
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