This particular grocery store has a row of fresh cut flowers on display as soon as you enter. I pause, look and smile. Strolling by the row of buckets, each containing fresh cut bouquets, I stood still and gazed at the last bucket.
There stood our favorite flower.
This flower is prevalent in summer.
Sitting at the coffee table this morning gazing at the Christmas tree, through a vase full of Peonies. It’s fabulous as cold as it’s been to have a moment like this in December. Unrush my darling. Moments are waiting for attention.
Peonies in December.
The peony is almost out of season.
I love this flower. It has layers of petals and to watch them slowly unfold brings contentment. My life is so simple that I’m entertained by watching peonies open before my eyes. 🙂
A nearby store carries them, but supply is getting low, so I bought what they had.
When I woke up the next day and walked by the coffee table, I stopped and stared.
They had burst open during the night.
The store offers a 5 day guarantee on flowers. If they don’t open properly you can return them.
I found the receipt, placed them in a bag and took them back to the store. The florist remembered me from the day before.
She didn’t have any fresh peonies, but suggested I take a look around. Nothing screamed, ‘take me home’, so I went to a cashier for the return.
That was a first. Returning dead flowers.
That’s another level of a beautiful life. Knowing what doesn’t belong and to lovingly send it back.