These flowers are vain. They maintain a dining room table, linoleum floor, or wood floor can't possibly capture the beauty each claims to possess - only a photoshoot outdoors has that potential. I suggest they join a community of sweet wildflowers. Everything is fine until the flower-in-pink claims that a leaf leftover from last Fall detracts from her self-perceived perfection. I apologize to the leaf, and offer thanks for its contribution-by-decomposition to the community. We change location - to a rock whose supportive strength will aid this group of flowers without stems. The flowers pose and smile in sync. I photograph. All is well ... until the flower-in-gold bursts into tears ... he notices that one of his petals is bent. Luckily, the rain drops arrive and convince him that he is still beautiful. Once convinced, we all run indoors to gain shelter from the April shower, and in time to hear Jackson Browne sing: " ... we may lose and we may win but we will never be here again ... take it easy". And so we do
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