The most important thing is to make something pretty with flowers. Not to make a picture, but to feel the color and tenderness and spirit of each stem as they find a way to belong together – and to acknowledge the magic they seem to accomplish in my heart.
When I have taken all the pictures I think I can, I set the vase on the bookshelf or chinoiserie cabinet, and say out loud, “Thank you, beautifuls.”
When I leave for work in the morning, I say “Good bye, beautifuls,” right before I close the door – so they know I understand they have their own work to do in the light and silence.
And when I come home after work, I say “Hello, beautifuls,” as soon as I open the door – so they know I appreciate the blessing they’ve bestowed, just greeting me as themselves.
And every night, when I turn out the lights in the living room, I say again, “Thank you, beautifuls.” And I mean it – because they really have made me feel so happy.
what is beautiful remains 
And when I see your postings on Monday mornings….I say the it’s beautiful way to start the week with your flowers and you.
I was scrolling through and came across Storybook Ending and saw the hint of my favorite childhood book…The Twelve Dancing Princesses. I discovered this treasure through a radio program called
Let’s Pretend. I might have been five. I heard the beautiful music and heard the princesses sing….we love to dance the whole night through…we know we give the poor old king a lot of cause for worrying but we love to dance we love to dance the whole night through….and to hear the sound of the branches breaking that would be the proof…magic! Thanks for the memories.
Brenna, do you remember our big book that had the story of the Twelve Dancing Princesses in it? Like these, with their golden crowns and the slyly introduced magic apple near center bottom. I am so glad you talk to them and call them “Beautifuls.” I know it makes their day.