Perhaps I’m drawn to blooms on cactus because I can relate. At times, I’m out of sorts, sometimes downright cranky. Yet, even when I’m untouchable, I have qualities that can be admired (if one looks closely enough.)
I wonder if we all aren’t prickly and pretty. Something to ponder next time I encounter someone who never seems to bloom.
Maybe it’s me who can’t see past the thorns.