When I left, the flowers on my kitchen table looked like this:
When I got back, to my surprise, they looked like this:
She made the bouquet herself — hand-picked the flowers, chose the colours, even made sure it was symmetrical, knowing my odd habits1 — and left them there to greet me from my journey home.
I never ask for these things but she does them anyway.
Which is exactly what makes them so significant.
- I tend to straighten her necklaces, her sandal straps, the curls of her hair, the draw-strings in her hoodie/yoga pants… [↩]
That’s very sweet!
Flowers always bring such calm in your room…
Personally, I don’t think of calm when I think of flowers, I think of liveliness. A sense of bringing out the outdoors inside.