One week ago today I had a bucket full of flowers in my kitchen. They were the remnants of the portrait session. Flowers are beautiful, even sitting in a bucket of water. I loved having them there. But there were so many flowers that I knew I needed to share them rather than keeping them all for myself. I selected a few and put them in a vase for me to enjoy. I took a few more and put them in a vase in my girls’ room. A third batch went to Janci who went with me for the portrait session. The last of the daffodils went into a vase in my bathroom. I still had far too many flowers. I pulled out three mason jars and divided the remaining flowers between them. Then all that was left to do was decide who I should give the flowers to.
I looked at those three jars of flowers and pondered all the people in my life I might want to thank. I very quickly realized that I simply didn’t have enough flowers to thank them all. I eventually decided to give flowers to two women whom I suspect have been having a hard time lately. I’m not sure that they are because we don’t talk that much, but even if they aren’t they would be made happier by a gift of flowers. The third jar went to Kiki’s friend because Kiki really wanted the chance to give flowers to a friend.
All this past week I’ve been loving having cut flowers in the house. It makes me want to grow millions of flowers so that I can always have flowers in my house. Also giving flowers away was so much fun, that I want to do it again. I want to grow millions of flowers so that I can cut them and give them away as the mood strikes me. There are so many women nearby who could use a gift of flowers.
Today I looked at my vase of flowers and realized that half of them have wilted. The other half were still beautiful. I thought of a neighbor I saw walking down the street yesterday. She was wiping her eyes when I saw her. I don’t know if it was an allergy or if she was crying. I thought of this neighbor and realized that she is one of those wonderful quiet people who go through life doing good things and never getting thanked. I took the flowers that were still beautiful and put them in a jar. I added a few of the early daffodils from my yard and a stalk of hyacinths. I wrote her a note and delivered it all to her house. I’ll miss having the flowers here, but she’ll love having them there.
I want to have more flowers so I can give them away.
You said you were thinking of all the women in your life that would love flowers… but I know from my own experince that guys like flowers too!
You said you were thinking of all the women in your life that would love flowers… but I know from my own experince that guys like flowers too!
There is something magical about springtime and flowers. Fabian always complains, half-joking, that after taking me to Paris for our honeymoon and to the Grand Canyon for our first anniversary, a $3 bouquet of flowers still earns him the most Happy Wife Points.
There is something magical about springtime and flowers. Fabian always complains, half-joking, that after taking me to Paris for our honeymoon and to the Grand Canyon for our first anniversary, a $3 bouquet of flowers still earns him the most Happy Wife Points.
It’s funny how satisfying that is. Giving them away stays really satisfying, even once you’re used to having them around, they’re a wonderful suprise to give. That was my big luxury on my first real job.
By the way, most fading flowers will revive for days, floating in a bowl of water. A single floating rose can look cooler than a whole bouquet.
It’s funny how satisfying that is. Giving them away stays really satisfying, even once you’re used to having them around, they’re a wonderful suprise to give. That was my big luxury on my first real job.
By the way, most fading flowers will revive for days, floating in a bowl of water. A single floating rose can look cooler than a whole bouquet.