It is not often that I buy myself fresh-cut flowers. I sometimes peruse the selection at our local grocery store and every now and then will splurge on a pretty arrangement that catches my eye.
As I stood in front of the floral arrangements yesterday, I heard a voice over my shoulder say, “Go for the plant basket. I never buy fresh-cut flowers, they just die.” That one sentence didn’t engage my writer’s brain until I got home and really thought about it. It stayed with me all night and I have been replaying that comment in my head over and over again today.
I don’t want to miss the opportunity to have a bright bouquet of flowers greet me in the morning just because I know they are going to die. I want to be able enjoy the allure while they are still full of color and charm. I want to give them a chance to see how long I can make them last.
Longevity is subject to limitations but there are always ways to fight the inevitable. And who knows what opportunities you may be passing up if you only focus on the outcome instead of the journey?
I think I will stop and buy myself some flowers on my way home tonight.
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That is a good point. It’s like when I go through the pain of saying goodbye to a pet and swear I won’t get anymore because it hurts too much… but I always do because the years of joy outweigh the grief of loss. That being said, I’m not one that likes fresh cut flowers because I get depressed when they die… I’d rather admire their beauty while they are rooted in the ground 🙂
I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and enjoy the flowers for as long as you can!
Thank you and Merry Christmas to you as well. 🙂
Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all…. as they say.
Yes, I agree.