Who Doesn't Love to Receive Flowers?

The picture above is one of the many beautiful flowers I have received from my boys throughout the years. A simple dandelion, I know, but isn't it beautiful? I know the little yellow weed brightened my day when I received it.

From early on in our relationship Zac, too, has been wonderful about bringing me flowers. Roses cut from his mother's garden or a small bunch from the store would often greet me as he returned home. A few years ago he began to bring home a different sort of "flower" - Lindt truffles. I'm not sure how our little exchange got started, but now when he comes home, he'll announce that he bought me roses and hand over a truffle or two. I love it!

Well, in my Victorian Literature class we are reading Middlemarch, by George Eliot, and I came across a passage where another type of "flower" is exchanged. Mr. Casaubon left Dorothea some religious "pamphlets," and the text describes her taking them in, "as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry, hot, dreary walk" (from ch.4).

I have a final example of a type of "flower" that we all receive but might not think of at first. The example comes from a song by Cherie Call, "He gives flowers to everyone." Here are a few lines from the song:

And when they're out of season, she has snow
And when she's in the desert where they hardly ever grow
He gives her diamonds in the midnight sky
Season after season, His love will never die

He gives flowers to everyone
Not just the girlfriends or the brides
He sees the beauty inside her life
And He gives flowers to everyone

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I'm amused and delighted that "flowers" can uplift so easily, no matter the shape or form they come in. I'm hoping that whoever reads my post today will see it as a "flower" to you from me. XOXO.