The other day I was walking with Lola at Taylor Farm and saw a bunch of rose petals strewn along a path through the woods.
I noticed three other piles as we continued.
It got me thinking: where did the petals come from? I don't remember seeing any rose bushes at Taylor Farm. Plus it's January. Someone had to have brought the roses to the park.
There has to be a story.
I wondered whether someone had brought a bouquet of roses to congratulate a friend or wish someone a happy birthday. Maybe someone was trying to make up with a significant other.
Maybe there's some sort of rose petal ritual that I don't know about (a la the loves me, he loves me not with daisy petals.)
I love the recognition of a spark--the thing that gets my imagination going.
My imagination didn't get too far with the rose petals, but they were the reminder to keep my eyes and my mind open.