I found this yellow flower by chance while walking through the woods on a cold winter’s day. There were no yellow flowers in sight other than the one resting on top of the underbrush. How did it go there? Why was it so yellow? Will it be here tomorrow? Clearly, this encounter was unexpected. Call it “serendipity,” or if you prefer, create a reason for this flower’s presence. Maybe it was put there by someone who wanted to brighten up the woods. I have seen single blooming flowers in the woods before, but they were always alive with all the parts. Maybe it grew up through the underbrush before parting with its stem. As in life as it should be, the origin isn’t as important as the respect given its beauty by anyone who sees it.