The Stillest Joy

#springwander There’s joy here that doesn’t laugh or shout—it simply is. It lives in the light, the breeze, the unfurling of petals. It hums beneath the surface like a soft thread through the air. You won’t find fireworks here—only flowers. And that’s enough. Hontanilla shows that the stillest things are often the happiest. Joy can be quiet. Joy can be green.