Walking home for lunch today the sun blessed a patch of flowers as I walked past. My momentum kept me moving but head made me stop. I turned around and picked a few of the luscious purple blooms. A little further on white petals laying on green drew my eye like a spotlight. I grabbed some of those. At home I peeled the label off an old Grey Poupon jar, soaked the glass in hot soapy water and rubbed the sticky residue off with an eraser. Then I went out back and clipped off a Rhododendron stem.
I’ve never been one to arrange flowers. I buy them and stick them in a vase. But having picked my own I thought I had nothing to lose.