Stop smell the Roses

I remember my grandmother telling me to stop and smell the roses. I never really understood what that meant, until now. 
My grandmother always loved going places(i guess this is where my free spirit comes from) loved foraging in the woods, we would walk for miles or drive for miles just so she could see the trees and flowers. She loved nature. Everything seemed fresh and new to her. 
I remember we would be out driving and she would say, "Look at that cloud" "isn't it beautiful?" To me, just a cloud.. I never could see what she saw. 
She seemed to know every name of the trees, to me, just a tree. 
Every flower seemed to catch her eye..  She loved every one of them. They were beautiful, but to me, just flowers. 
I was always in a hurry to get back, had my own things to do, and she would always say.. "one day, these roses will not smell so sweet".. "Take a look around you and take it in, all the beautiful trees, flowers and the sky; it will all change one day as it usually does and you will look back and will want to take the time to just be"... I never knew what she meant,thought it was just one of those talks that grown ups usually said to the kids when they were trying to make some kind of point,which we weren't interested in. 
But,I understand Until Now--- I find myself walking out onto my deck and just looking at all the trees and how beautiful they truly are, every limb has a story of life, every leaf is as different as a fingerprint.  A pine tree is different from an oak or river berch or the smell of a sweet magnolia.. mmmm brings back great memories. 
Those flowers, all those flowers that i refused to look at as a kid, how amazing they seem today... I love the pansies every spring and ferns and anything I can put in my garden that I hope will grow, see unlike my grandmother, I do not have a green thumb, but I do the best I can for the time they remain.  
And those, clouds, how many times have I looked up and seen them roll by and not really pay attention. Now, I look up and usually can tell what type of cloud that is rolling by, Cumulus or Nimbus, mostly  but how amazing they look, at times, it seems that if you hold your hand up, you could touch the big cotton balls floating along in that big beautiful blue sky.
I guess my story is or what my grandmother was trying to tell me........is to slow down and don't forget to look at what is around you.. what you have.. because one day, you will go looking for it and it's not as sweet as it once was.   Stop and smell the roses..

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