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We are surrounded with miracles. Many of them are taken for granted. Others capture our attention and we find ourselves mesmerized. That’s what happened here.
White Orchids
At the Farmers Market, I purchased a fresh cut spray of white orchids. Put them in the turquoise Fenton vase that has been gracing the dining room table for weeks since I won it out of the hands of the other bidders at an auction.
The vase had been giving us such pleasure, with its round sculpture and graceful scallops. The glass is intriguingly cut to clear in oval designs. It was really pretty, all by itself.
But with the orchids added, the two came alive with the beauty created by nature and by man. It was impossible not to smile every time you pass by. So fresh, bold and inspiring.
Sort of like passing by a cherished photo of grandchildren or good friends. You just HAVE to stop and look and remember some event or occasion when you were so glad they were in your life.
I’m told that if I treat them right, the orchids will last a good three weeks. Then, like most good things, they will become a lovely memory. Then we’ll look for some new gifts of Mother Nature and start the process of enjoyment all over again.
A very small thing – drawing enjoyment out of looking at flowers in a vase. But then life is made beautiful by the daily strings of just such small enjoyments.
P.S.
The sadness of months in the last year have shrouded many everyday enjoyments. Let’s let the summer sun bring back the happiness.
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Annette,I enjoyed looking at you beautiful vase filled with a lovely spray of white orchids. Happy memories are filled with small everyday things indeed. Thanks for stirring-up memories!
Love to you and Bill.
Pat B.
We’ve been thinking of and talking about you both recently. As you said – Fond memories.
Yes, indeed — there is beauty all around us and I love the idea of looking beyond one beautiful thing and consider how a pairing might be even more stunning. So many deeper life lessons here. Thank you, dear friend, for always making me think and moving me past the things I take for granted.
I love to see the beauty you perceive in words – particularly hand-written words.