As I walked across the garden to fill the bird feeders this morning I noticed the beautiful Welsh Poppy was in flower. This bloom only lasts for one day. With the slightest breeze its petals will fall and blow away across the garden. It flowers all summer and its colour always adds sunshine to my garden whatever the weather. The reason I called this post fragility is that nature always makes me realise how fragile we all are. When I took the parents shopping on Tuesday Dad had a fall in the car park. He couldn't get up and I struggled to get him back on his feet. He is not a small man and yet he is so terribly fragile, as fragile as the Poppy. Anyway I got him up and told him to go and sit down. But Dad being Dad said "I will be alright luvvie, don't worry." So off he went with bruised knees and looking quite pale. You learn not to make a fuss with Dad. I am going to see him today to finish his garden and he will be out there helping. Dad has taught me to get on with life and to always find the good in it. We all have problems, some more than others......but its how we deal with them that counts. I take mine into the garden. Poppi and I in silence sitting under the apple tree, the bees collecting their pollen, the dawn chorus, the bloom of a Poppy....these are the things that help me cope with what life dishes out. At one with nature I forget the problems and hassles that we all have and see the world for what it truly is.....a wonderful place if you only take time to stop and smell the flowers.