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The Art of Living
Being a hopeless and incurable romantic, I see the world
through a "pretty" lense. In other words, for the most part,
my rose colored glasses are nearly a permanent fixture of my
worldview and how I move through life. One of the 'pretties' I
indulge myself with is the flower; whether it's one, two or a
bouquet, it is the sense of pleasure and happiness I receive
from any blossom.
I love to buy fresh flowers for myself, and it's even nicer
when someone gives them to me. When I lived in Waterloo,
Ontario, I was nestled in the heart of Amish country, and what
a lovely place to live. As springtime turned into summer, the
flowers would bloom on the countryside, flower gardens were
everywhere and there was no shortage of blooming color.
I would drive along any of the country roads, and an Amish
farm would have a worn wooden table seated at the end of their
lane with glass mason jars that were filled with abundant
blooms. The colors were bright and happy beckoning any
passerby to take them home.
Sweetness and romance for my visual and smelling senses;
Snapdragons, Delphiniums, Peonies, Roses, Forget-me-nots,
Lilacs and any variety of blossoms your mind could ever
imagine. I would pick out my favorite bouquet for less than
$5.00, and leave my money in the 'honesty' jar on the table,
then drive off leaving a dust trail behind me. The thought of
doing this is pure pleasure to my romantic senses. Oh, how I
miss having the opportunity of doing this.
Living in Denver really does not afford me the same romantic
luxury as being able to pull up to a farmer's lane and
purchase homegrown flowers. Here I buy flowers from the market
and then take them home to admire. Purchasing or picking fresh
flowers is not a frivolous pursuit; far from it. To romance
the senses is like saying 'hello' to that inner feeling of
fluttering butterflies you get in your stomach when you are in
love. It's not quite as nice as being kissed by the one you
love, but it does rejuvenate or kindle that burning fire of
romance, and it bestows happiness on your soul.
Romance and the flower just seem to go together. It's the
delicate balance of color, happiness, fragrance and 'pretty'
that make a flower the beauty it is; and if not watered, fed
and preserved, the flower wilts and then shrivels turning into
a dry crumbled heap of brown and dark colors. Like the flower,
romance is pleasure to the senses of seeing, smelling, feeling
and leverages the love that two people share for one another.
A loving mother to an incredibly intelligent and beautiful young adult, writer, textile artist, and a nurturing keeper of a very lovable Siberian cat and Sir Finlay my rescued Terrier mix.