I don’t want to count the many times that someone has said to me, “You have to stop and smell the roses.” Yeah, right. Why do these folks drive me crazy, even if they have a point? Maybe it’s because they throw platitudes at me just when I have a to-do-list a mile long, am running around like a chicken with my head cut off, and need forty-eight hours in a day to get it all done. (So much for platitudes!) But—a couple of days ago, while doing some computer work, urgent, of course, I came across these pictures that I’d taken here and there, and they stopped me dead in my busy tracks. I took the time to look at them, and for just a little while, I forgot my rushing to get things done. For just a little while anyway, I did nothing but—well—smile.