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.)