243 Ave. Rd., Toronto
Stop and Smell
You have all heard the saying,
“Stop and smell the roses.” It’s a phrase that was used often in the ’60s (not
sure if it had anything to do with hippie flower power). The message is hurry and
worry less. Simon and Garfunkel, the exceptional duo singers, put it this way
in their piece Feelin’ Groovy. “Slow down, you move too fast. Yah gotta
make the mornin’ last.”
In any event, whenever I trek
with the boys through the residential neighbourhoods, where great pride is
displayed in individual landscaping, we check out not only the roses but any
flowering bush, for that matter. I guess you could call it flower-hopping. It’s
quite remarkable how diverse are these precious creations. Not only are they
fragrant (almost enough to get you high), but their varied shapes, textures,
and colours are enough to convince you that you’re in Svargaloka,
heaven.
When city councils decide to
adorn the downtown with les fleur fragrant, they enhance the beauty of
the place and also have a positive effect of bringing down the crime level.
Wow! What power they have!
My dad was a flower man. Being
Dutch, he had the touch. And what about all those gorgeous images of Krishna in
Goloka, the spiritual realm, with all the living colour of soft petals
of exotic flowers? It’s stunning, really.
May the Source be with you!
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