Flowers for happy or sad occasions is a time-honored tradition in our culture, whatever our thoughts may be about the practicality of it. When I shed this earthly tabernacle to be clothed with immortality, I won’t be interested in flowers. From February through October, there are enough blooms outdoors to bring cheer inside. I can’t say I am florifically-deprived even in the off-season, with my computer screen saver flashing photos of past splendor across the screen.
Not everyone is so well situated for feeding the psyche with the mind-healing fragrance and beauty tat flowers bring. For those people, I keep a fairly large collection of thrift-store vases handy. Continue reading “Cheer up”