A Bountiful, Blooming Breakfast

There were a bird, a bee, and a butterfly in our bougainvillea this morning.  I was enjoying my bountiful breakfast when I looked up and beheld this beautiful bouquet.

If you think this in an exercise in the letter "B", well, you better believe it.   What better way to start a blessed Sunday morning?

But, of course, it was a bittersweet moment, lost in it's brevity.  Too short to sing about, but long enough to start a thought, to inspire, to ponder.

This brief omen bodes well for a day blessed with beautiful moments.

D.