Let's pretend that this was actually posted on Wednesday, k?
Today's advice for you: stop and smell the roses. Both literally and figuratively. How often do you have time to do it, anyway?
My roses this week came from my Grandpa's garden, as they always do. And their scent was intoxicating, making me feel like an Ottoman princess (I don't know why, but roses always seem to make me think of the East - maybe it's their rich and velvety texture and the mysterious fragrance).
And another thing - whether your thumbs are green or black, try caring for a plant. Before, once fall came, it never ocurred to me that it wasn't going to last forever. But since my Grandpa invited me to plant tulip bulbs with him, I've been converted. To see that bulb and realise the promise of spring that lies in it was indescribable.
Do try :)