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A while back, I was rushing out to my car to go somewhere––running late as usual. My dad was pruning the roses that run between our driveway and front lawn. I called out a goodbye and I love you to him. "Wait, come over and smell the roses," he said. Though I knew they were probably venting with fragrance, I said, "Sorry, don’t have time," and hopped in my car. He paused cold, face stained with shock, “Oh, Babydoll... You have to make time to stop and smell the roses. It takes two seconds.” Never once have I heard that proverb used in its literal sense. It’s always applied to something else that you are too busy to slow down for. It’s strange to think about, and I know it’s simple and obvious, but you don’t ever think of how that proverb even came into existence. But now I know. A gardener, perfectly contented working in his yard, pruning his roses, had to persuade his hurried daughter to stop for two seconds and inhale the sweet essence of peace, love, happiness and freedom.
It will always be the simple things that get us through such complicated times.
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