I'm torn in two about Spring right now. I really don't appreciate the allergies or eczema, but the cloudy skies and flowers everywhere are giving me so much inspiration. I'm sure that's obvious by my flower filled posts these days. I've been daydreaming about having a green house full of different plants to take care of. That's definitely a future goal of mine. I'm content enough with caring for plants that aren't my own for now.
This specific white rose was the single bloom on a small, still growing up bush, roughly the size of my hand. White roses represent purity and innocence, but they also represent sympathy and hope, which were relevant details when I took these photos. They still are. I'm a pretty selfish person, self-aware too, but I pride myself on my sympathy for others. There's a lot going on right now between babies and adult children and jobs, so I've been spending a lot of time trying to make sure everyone else is okay. Moments like this, where I'm spinning in my room, in my favorite dress, in front of my camera, are how I make sure I'm okay. It's a therapeutic process. That, and Spring's got me messed up. My period too. Hormones.
This was sappy. I'm done now. Creative outlets are my life.