The peonies shouldn't be blooming, but they are! The Creator has allowed us to enjoy an early Spring, and I am more than grateful. It's as if the weather is saying, "Take that, Winter!" What a gift.
One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is a certain poetic value, and that a genuine one, in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance. -G.K. Chesterton