Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My friend and I took a walk this morning and on the way back from our cappuchino, she suggested we see if Trader Joe's had a line and if it didn't we could get daffodils. We had the luck of the Irish with us, and there was no line at all. She offered to go in to buy the flowers, so I didn't have to even enter the store. She came out with six bunches each and she also bought tulips in a pale pink. We were thrilled, and now I have a big vase on my kitchen table, and another on my piano in the living room. It's been many months since I've had any flowers inside, and the joy it brings is outsized. As a child I'd say I loved pansies best, but as a teenager, I traveled with my Methodist Youth Group to Lake Tahoe to ski, and we stayed overnight in the Methodist church on the way. It was near Easter and the sanctuary was flooded with vases of daffodils, and their strong, fresh, unsweet smell. Ever since that trip, I've adored daffodils. The yellow is so vibrant, as well. Another friend who is a design expert once told me that every room should have a dash of yellow in it, and I've never forgotten her advice. The room just snaps to attention with even a pillow or bunch of flowers. I now have a yellow guest bedroom and often pick yellow flowers, that is, I did, before covid. Some of the daffodils in my yard are beginning to peep out, and I look forward to that, in a few weeks. Ah, flowers.