I have an idea! Instead of bringing the flowers to her, bring her to the flowers! No, I’m not cheap, but, then, neither are store-bought bouquets. Do you know how much this one would cost from the local florist? But that’s not the point.
A handful of artificially sustained dead flowers wrapped in a plastic (plastic!) sleeve, or
an earth arrangement? Living, vibrant, begging to share a medley of sweet and musty fragrances? Look at them! Standing in full display because each flower is attached to life, not like those in the plastic shroud that are now drooping because they were left in the back seat of the car when you ran into the hardware store, bumped into Bob and talked for thirty minutes.
I may be the first to ever call God the Divine Designer of Delicate Daffodils, but if the shoe fits…so to speak. Do you realize the advantages of taking her to the flowers instead of the other way around? Fresh air! Time together! Enormous variety! Adventure! Relationship with the Earth! Keeping one more piece of plastic out of the trash dump! So, when Mothers’ Day rolls around early next month, take her to the flowers! What?
Never mind. Put him in the car and take him to the hardware store. Let him roam the aisles for an hour. It’s almost the same. Thank you, God, for beautiful flowers and for those wonderful aisles of paint brushes, drip-line spaghetti, and toilet tank flappers.
Life is good!
Shining Spirit 
We walked along the Logan river banks yesterday and were privileged to God’s beauty. Do you think the designer of that toilet tank flapper thinks it beautiful. Maybe so.