Don’t get mad...
Don’t get mad...
...get glads!—gladioluses, that is. Mama came home this afternoon with a spray of soft pink blooms. There is nothing like fresh flowers to enliven a room, and their warm blush will be especially welcome these grey rainy days. “Laughing flowers” was a poet’s happy expression. Who can keep glum? The answer, borrowed in part from A. A. Milne: “No one can be uncheered with a gladiolus.”
I was ironing when Mama came back from shopping, and the last few shirts are always depressing. But a spray of gladioluses and a song of Andrea Bocelli saw me through.
If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
Friday, July 2, 2010