“What is important is not so much how long you live as whether you live a meaningful life. This doesn’t mean accumulating money and fame, but being of service to your fellow human beings. It means helping others if you can, but even if you can’t do that, at least not harming them.” ~ Dalai Lama
I have a flower pot by the backdoor. In early spring a weed began to grow in it. I thought it unusual for a weed, so I let it grow. And grow it did. It stands about three-feet tall all these months later. When I let Wally out Sunday morning I saw that the weed had bloomed. If anyone knows exactly the name of this flower I’d be grateful to know it. I’m thrilled I didn’t pluck that little weed. In fact I’ve grown quite fond of weeds. You know what they say: One (wo)man’s weed is another (wo)man’s flower.