Thought this wind worn columbine was so precious the way it is holding up and another baby one next to it, made me think about how often we hold ourselves up to perfection, yet in our finest moments we are only perfected by our humanity - which is gloriously never perfect. Why not be like the flower children for a moment - celebrate your humanity - your imperfections - your glory?! Copyright 2012 Brigetta Margarietta All Rights Reserved