My heart leapt for joy when I saw the first bucket of jonquils appear at the market a few days ago, a signal that we are on indeed on the road to spring. Already, more winter has passed than we have yet to traverse. That is a very lovely thought. Almost as lovely as these cheery flowers, with their delicate scent that is barely perceptible, lending something even more wonderfully elusive to their appeal.
After everything that has happened over the past year, I hesitate to get too many hopes up, but the sight of these pretty little things has cheered me, so I’m going to indulge in some gratitude and appreciation of their gentle beauty.
Sometimes the best bouquets are simple ones.
