Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I had a lovely walk today with a friend.  We admired peonies, wisteria, blooming fruit trees and encountered a turkey that I'd seen earlier in my own yard.  I was raving about Kauai, but said I got home and noticed all the flowers everywhere here, the iris, roses and dogwood, and felt like THIS was paradise too.  I'm grateful.  My paltry garden is even bursting with color between the azaleas, iris, jasmine, and camellias.  But luckily, some real show gardens are nearby, popping with foxglove, grape vines, hollyhocks and more.  I've always loved white flowers, and I adore tuberroses, white roses, white wisteria and white dogwood; though my favorite flower, the daffodil, I expect to be yellow, and don't enjoy the white version as much.  The only thing I've consistently envied about the rich is their gardens, flowers and fresh cut flowers in their houses.  How I'd love blooms in vases in every room of my house.  That is how I treat myself when I'm feeling splurgy.  But even then, a couple of bouquets is all I manage.  But step outside my door, and a flowery world awaits me, for free, just for the looking!