Twice in the past couple of weeks, I’ve received a bouquet of flowers. This is not something that happens often in my life, so there was more than a little novelty to the experience.
Neither of these bouquets were from a romantic partner. Instead one was arranged by my godmother for me from her garden, and the other was given to me in thanks for a service I’d provided a neighbor.
Both were unexpected. Charming. Captivating. The mums are still on my desk nearly a week later and their color and scent draw my eyes often throughout the day. I look at them and, for a moment, I smile. I soak up the color. I feel loved.
I’ve always been one to scoff at the gift of flowers. It seems so wasteful to spend oodles of money on something that will be on the compost heap in a week. But the power of a simple flower to carry a message, a story, a feeling… Even if it doesn’t endure, it’s a glorious moment while it does last.
Both photos taken by me with the iPhone.