The gift of Flowers… or weeds
Doesn’t your heart just melt when your child hands you a grubby bunch of weeds as if they were a dozen long stem roses? I have a vase on my kitchen windowsill that always has a dandelion flower or two in it. Occasionally I will have a real flower in it but to me the fact that my vase is always in use shows me that I am loved and appreciated. I am the type of person who prefers gifts from the heart rather than gifts from the wallet. A stolen flower from the neighbours yard means more than a bunch of flowers bought from a shop. Not that I’m condoning stealing…pick your own flowers first, then move on to your neighbours stash! I remember when my mother broke both of her wrists…ouch indeed… they looked like the s bend in your toilet! So while she was off at the emergency department we went out in the darkness of night and liberated the neighbourhood roses. I’m not sure how the neighbours felt about that but we managed to secure a few dozen beautiful roses to cheer my mother up. However when she returned with both arms in bright pink plaster I wasn’t quite sure how roses were going to help in this situation. Whether they helped or not I have no idea but it most certainly seemed like the occasion were the gift of genuine flowers were needed and NOT weeds!
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