So, earlier today, I wandered into the kitchen to make some lunch. A cloudy day and chilly to start so I decided on a cup of tea. As I walked toward the stove past the little table where I keep herbs, cut flowers and things like that, I glanced at a vase of old daffodils.
I could not help but think, “I’ve got to throw these things away before the petals fall all over the floor!” Then I’d have to vacuum … though I already needed to vacuum. I spritzed a few stems with water. Maybe a little moisture would help. Instead, a petal drifted free of its stem and just managed to land on the table.
I turned away with a curmudgeonly sigh. I put the kettle on to boil. While waiting for it to whistle, I felt a bit of warmth on the back of my neck. Perhaps the sun was finally peeking through a cloud. I turned to look over my shoulder, and this is what I saw that made me smile.