In the deep dark days of winter, some of us feel a stirring, a need. A yearning, that has surpassed the ladder of want, and fallen right into a large pot of need.
I am not talking about chocolate, although I am sure that some of us feel the same way about it. But a feeling that touches your very being, deep inside of you. The requirement to feel, smell, and touch something that grows.
It could be as simple as a small potted daffodil, or a bunch of cut carnations, but there is a good percentage of our population that counts flowers as one of life’s most necessary elements.
It may seem silly to be writing about such a trivial thing, when there are so many bad things happening in the world right now.
But on some level, I think that the flowers give us hope, renew our spirit, and make us realize how incredibly grateful we should be.
And maybe grateful, and aware people can do a little more, for those that have so much less than we do.