Shine and I have a little Friday morning ritual happening where we go by the markets in town and pick up some fresh flowers. She loves choosing them and proudly staggers home carrying them, even when the bunches are almost as tall and heavy as her.
It’s interesting watching her make her choice. She has no prejudices against carnations. Quite the opposite, she’s often drawn to their bright crayola colours. She doesn’t know that roses play any special role in our society, the deep red ones simply please her, and ‘sniff the best.’ Agreed.
This week she chose some chrysanthemums. Not a flower I would ever go for but I have loved having them in the house this week. I’ve fallen in love with their intricate petal detail and caught myself admiring their ombre tones.
When it’s miserable outside having flowers inside is even more vital isn’t it. On the weeks that I can’t get to the market then I turn to dried ones to cheer me up. My favourites are these ones hanging in my kitchen. No idea what they’re called (help, green-fingered people!) but they’re almost papery to touch and have a metallic sheen that’s spectacular. They make me warm on the inside.
Nature is awesome, in the true sense of the word.
Now go and cheer up Mammasaurus who’s not feeling her best this week. Tell her I sent you.