It’s snowing today. What better thing to do other than meandering outside, crossing snowy bridges, traipsing through slushy parking lots, and searching for fresh flowers?
I’d like to think it is making perfect sense. Yes, layering clothing is a chore, and without the final touch of the scarf and mittens turning back feels like it’s an option. I see the door. There’s hope popping back in and whispering, in my chilly ear, to continue forward. At this point what else would a girl do? Fresh flowers are alluring. I go in.
The ladies at the bread counter are on duty. I walk past, smile, and slow my pace. I may know Nancy’s name, but there is no time to chat. Though they tease me and appear busy unloading an oversized sheet pan weighted with piping hot baguettes, the flowers win. I need to see bright colors, smell fragrant blooms, and not eat the bread. That’s the truth.
It must be the weather. Did I tell you that we have five inches of snow so far this morning and it was sixty degrees yesterday evening? Mother Nature must be riding the emotional rollercoaster with the majority of us. I think all the seats are full, and there’s a line to go ’round again.
I cut across the aisles, weave through the refrigerated department, and spy the prize! I’m warm now. Must be the puffy jacket and snow boots. It’s love at first sight. The dark purple is the key to my needful heart today.
I’m home now and smiling. These simple pleasures are so worth the effort. What color makes you feel warm and happy when you see it? Whatever it is, find something that color today and keep it close. We do what we can with the resources we have at hand. Right?