Walking along a trodden down path, wildflowers blooming as bees abuzz with nectar, one can transcend to another world of sorts. Bending from the waist to smell the fragrance of this splendor, dreaming of escape from calamity and tasks awaiting my attendance (chores, work, bills), a handsome man (my boyfriend) approaches from behind baring a small token of his affection… a few carefully plucked daisies mixed with some buttercups and one dandelion (this makes me smile). It wasn’t my birthday. It wasn’t our anniversary. It was an ordinary summer day. This gesture, so simple, so full of pleasure, reminds me one does not have to wait for a special occasion to send flowers to someone you care about. Here it is, nearing the end of October, flowers have tucked themselves away, leaves are strewn about, and we walk along a similar path when the urge strikes to give some flowers. I make do with a little bouquet of chosen leaves baring shades of red, orange, and yellow and bare witness to the immediate effects this act has as a smile broadens across his face.
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