For the past ten years, there have been fresh flowers gracing our house almost every day.
I started this habit when I turned forty, based on the comments of a much older and wiser teaching assistant I had during my first few years in the classroom. She said she preferred to get flowers while she could enjoy them, not heaped on her grave and destined for the trash.
I started buying flowers for myself, placing them in the kitchen, at the table, sometimes next to the bathroom sink.
My husband now buys them with the weekly groceries. They last for ten to fourteen days, and usually cost under fifteen dollars--an affordable extravagance, on our middle class income.
The flowers are displayed no matter how chaotic our surroundings are. The table may be strewn with mail and brochures, the counter covered with fruit and cereal boxes...but the flowers grace our lives with color, and make us pause, take note, and be thankful.
I went shopping with my husband this week, and picked this bunch of tulips to decorate our Easter dinner. I love the beauty in the simplicity of a bunch of tulips.
Happy Easter, readers.
(Pictures by Chris Margocs. Use with permission/ attribution only.)
I'm just sitting here smiling and thinking, How beautiful! Thanks for sharing. And Happy Easter!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I brought you a smile today, Alice. Have a blessed day!
DeleteHappy Easter! A lovely extravagance...one that feeds your souls, always lending that extra touch of beauty to the ordinary days.
ReplyDelete(Those are the days where the beauty really is, but we need reminders to be aware. Your flowers are perfect for that.)
Exactly. Something about them softens the day, if that makes sense!
DeleteA wise assistant indeed. There is something that a bouquet or two of fresh flowers does to a home...I started t do this same thing a few months ago, after I lost my mother. It began as a way for me to calm, find peace, and has turned into a routine. I shop each week for my new bunch and arrange them into square vases that I bought. one for each end table. Sometimes I am successful and the flowers are beautiful. Sometimes not so much. But, it doesn't matter, because I have my peace right beside me...lovely post this morning. maribethbatcho
ReplyDeleteA comrade in blooms! "I have my peace right beside me." Beautiful comment to complement my post; thank you!
DeleteBeautiful. I share your thoughts. Happy Easter. Love Ya's, Dad.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter, Dad!
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