Tasting Outside

I've seen more lilies. Pink lilies, purple lilies, yellow ones, fuschia ones, yellow and fuschia ones (or fuschia and yellow). And then, of course, the bright, sunshine orange ones. All vivid and wild, even in a garden.
Walking by the grass the other day, I was fascinated by the dew. It sparkled on the tips of the green blades like stars of some hidden universe yet undiscovered--one accessible only to those willing to fall through the grass into the portal.
We went on a hike this morning. A nature walk of sorts. One of our members did not enjoy it. Too many bugs for their taste. And their neck hurt the whole time. Everyone else quite enjoyed it. "Obviously you can see I did not enjoy it," said the unhappy one. "I think you missed something," said another. You see, life is a like a nature walk. You can focus on the obnoxious bugs and the unforeseen pain, but you'll miss something if you do. You'll miss the sunlight and the trees and the joy. It's worth putting up with the bugs.