Flowers are simple things whose beauty can have a surprising effect on so many things.
When Mum came home from hospital, one of her tennis ladies brought her some roses from her garden. They were lovely; two very full yellow blossoms, a dark crimson one (with the most amazing scent) and a pink bud, which opened the following day.
It was lovely to have these roses in a little vase on top of the unit in the lounge room, where we could see them all the time. Mum kept commenting on how beautiful they were.
From the small to the huge- the jacaranda tree in the backyard is now in bloom, and is absolutely stunning. The fallen blossoms form a violet carpet on the grass, and the birds and water dragons love to frolic amongst them.
Then today, another friend of Mum's visited, and brought with her a bowl full of gardenia blossoms, which we now have in a floating bowl on the dining table. The white blossoms are pretty and their delicious scent permeates the whole house, and it's wonderful. The scent is a reminder that it's spring; and the warmer the weather, the stronger the fragrance. It is also a reminder of the care and kindness both of the friend who gave them to us, and all the others who care for us in so many ways.
I love flowers, and when I'm at home, am grateful to my predecessors for the work they put into the manse garden that allows me to have roses, fresias, irises and others in vases around the house at various times of the year. So it's been delightful to have some flowers in the house to brighten things up as Mum journeys through this dark time.
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