Flowers cry too.

I received a bundle of flowers 2 weeks ago.

They were supposed to go to someone else but ended up with me.

I don't mind. Flowers are always a wonderful surprise.

After a whirlwind weekend (post coming), 

I came back to be entranced by a droplet on the stigma of one of the flowers.

As if the flower cried a beautiful, silent tear in my absence.

If you remember elementary school that protruding gland in the middle of the flower is called the stigma. (I'm not sure why I always remember that.) The stigma is releases droplets of sugary liquid and the pollen will stick to it when a pollen-carrying bird or bee or me brushes by and thus pollinate the flower.

Another surprise during my trip,

look what I found growing in front of a gas station in Oregon!

lavender.

a sweet-smelling surprise.

I was taking a picture of the area and smelled their fragrant aroma and found them by my feet.

Why would these be here along this lonely road?

Perhaps they stayed for the view.

"I am not a weed," the flower replied, sweetly. -The Little Prince