Something about taking pictures of flowers is very soothing. Maybe it's that, in a hectic world, taking the time to see something beautiful reminds me it's not all about the here-and-now or the Freshly-Minted-Outrage-of-the-Week.
Sometimes it's about that seed or seedling that gets stuck in the ground and left more or less alone for a few months.
And when you come back, there you have it--something beautiful.
And if you don't take the time to appreciate it, how easy it is to forget it ever even existed.
Flowers don't usually live a very long time, not in the grand scheme of things. So if the minute and a half spent taking a picture seems like it does as much refreshing of my mind as an extra half day of vacation, well, clearly I'm just falling into flower time.
Not a bad way to count, if you ask me.