The wind cannot read!

A sign stands by the path ' Do not pluck blossoms' oh...but what beautiful petals... The sleekness of its feel against one's fingertips, with an alluring pull to indulge in the significant pleasure they bring. So, I pull myself together .....restraining my restive self to stick to the command.

Not too far from the blossoms, I'd done my absolute best to walk away... Then a drift of wind blows down from the South, bringing with it a scent I couldn't elude. It was the blossoms....the scent more drawing than the feel of the petals against my skin. My mind racing with the reprimand so boldly budging in my mind's eye. This time no flippant excuse was to stand In the way of picking even just one petal:-) for a moment I set me loose as the wind gracefully and tenderly defied the sign and plucked the blossoms right into the palms of my hand.

Determined to let the wind take the blame, I gently covered the petals in safety of my palm....content:-)

Phoebe.