I absolutely love flowers. They make me smile. Although all types of flowers are lovely in their own way, daisies are my favorite. Daisies and Sunflowers. They’re such happy flowers. Petal-covered joy if you ask me. My local grocery store at one time had a small-ish floral section. They’ve since remodeled portions of the store, however, and ever since, the floral department has expanded. Unfortunately, their prices expanded as well. Regardless, I still enjoy the walk through this brief flowery moment of bliss as I meander through my shopping list.
Needless to say, my heart was broken as I made my way to the cereal aisle last night and came across this sad sight: bunches of beautiful flowers squashed into a metal cart – presumably awaiting an errant employee to put them on display. Poor things.
I’m not sure what this sadness over the condition of random bouquets says about me. Nature Lover? Anthophile? Psychotic? TomAYto – TomAHto I suppose.
Everyone has their own personal “pick me up” that makes them happy when they’re feeling low or something that simply brings a smile to their face when they see it. I’m talking everyday things, not necessarily monumental earth-shattering visions. For instance, babies laughing tickle me to no end. No idea why, they just do. I simply cannot stay down in the dumps when I see a baby laughing for all its worth. Animals are another surefire way to make me smile. In addition to the giggling young ones and the adorable critters that make me go “awwww….,” I love flowers. Now, I’ve never been one for Roses like most people. Oh, Roses are beautiful, don’t get me wrong, and I certainly wouldn’t turn any down! They’re elegant and make any room lovelier for being in it. But wild flowers are more my style. My favorites are Sunflowers and Daisies. They’re such happy little flowers.
Well I came across some in the shop the other day, Sunflowers anyway, of the dwarf variety. Perfect for a table centerpiece and then planting outside, although nothing beats the towering, humongous, over-my-head variety of Sunflowers. The pretty yellow Mums were listed as Painted Daisies, but they’re not Painted Daisies. They’re Mums. Still lovely. Just not Painted Daisy lovely. I’m not sure who was in charge of the flowers this week. Maybe they had Painted Daisies and there was a mad rush, so I missed them and the Mums are a “stand-in.” At any rate – together they made a bright and sunny display which perked up my day considerably. At least for a while. Well, I mean, come on! There are people out there in the world. Flowers can only do so much.