Simple fix

I was given a lovely colored glass vase from my son and his girlfriend, made by a local artist neighbor of theirs. I love that vase and could hardly wait to see the sunlight through it as it held a small bouquet of flowers. As soon as the holiday decorations were put away the vase became the go to container for a few bouquets over the last few weeks, all of which I have picked up here or there while out running errands. Flowers have brought color to a long winter, and everyone in the house enjoys seeing the deep purple glass reflect on the shiny oak finish of the dining room table.

I gave up on the “rosey” idea of receiving flowers years ago. Not that I didn’t drop plenty of hints and many descriptions of the kinds of flowers I like. I realized I was wasting an awful lot of time and a dose of emotion waiting on flowers. Its funny how when you are growing up, things just hit you. Why wait for a gift of flowers? If I want flowers, and I have five dollars, I’m getting flowers. I don’t really see it as giving myself a “gift” nor do I have any “loves me, loves me not” attachment to it. I like flowers on the table, that's pretty much what it is. Sometimes we wait for others to do something it is perfectly fine to do ourselves. As a young wife, I waited on flowers. As a young husband, he just didn’t get why, although he did understand he best not drag an iron, a skillet or a vacuum cleaner in and call it a “gift”. As an old wife, if I want flowers, they are on the table. Simple fix.