Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I planted the flowers I bought two days ago, and it's so satisfying! To top it off, it rained last night, so all the plants look quenched and happy. I haven't really gardened in a year. I clean up, water, clip and neaten, but this was different. Of course, we all spend so much time in our yards that we are really treating ourselves. My friend and I have been buying each other cut flowers: daffodils, then tulips, then runicullas. We stop at every outside florist on our walks and admire the displays. My friend loves soft pale pink, and I like white flowers, but we're also both drawn to mixed bouquets such as orange and purple and lime green. Her son is an architect and when he visits, like this weekend, he orders flowers ahead and makes these huge, spectacular arrangements that belong in a hotel lobby. She gets a kick out of it, and he shows his love. The de Young museum has a spring floral show that has hundreds of bouquets from different florists, expressing their interpretation of a piece of art. This year it's been postponed until June, but it's tempting, very tempting. I have photos of many of the arrangements from two years ago, and I still pull them up on my phone to get a hit of beauty. Photos have been such a comfort to me.