It’s important to remind myself why I’m buying flowers every week.
This week I got sunflowers and asters and alstroemeria – with some wild phlox tangled in, cut from the embankment behind my building. I had some dear people in mind when I picked out those flowers – and filled the blue canning jar, and the white pitcher with something I imagine they would like. It was wonderful to gather all the shapes together – the wild phlox pointing every which way between the tiny purple daisies and the juicy big sunflowers. Handfuls of late summer prairie on a rainy May morning. The radiant nacho-orange of the sunflowers makes the other petals glow – perking up their reddish-purple like a blazing sunset. Deep yellow is friends with almost every other color.
As it turned out, though, I had more than enough to see with this lovely creature, purloined from a spirea that rambles along the edge of public park, behind a neighbor’s overgrown back-forty.
Yes. I went on my walk this morning with a cup of water in one hand and garden snips in my pocket, wearing my highly conspicuous, floppy orange hat. It was raining when I went. It’s about a 10 minute walk to the park. I really wanted some spirea.
On the way home, I lost the spring that opens and closes my Dollar Store garden snips. I paid the price. Totally worth it.
It’s like fireworks, only flowers!