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I bought a bouquet of 20 tulips at Kroger because I like how graceful tulips look in a vase and because a bit of cheerful color in mid-winter is a good thing. I put 17 of the tulips in a large vase and set it on our kitchen table.
Upbeat.
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Three of the tulips wouldn’t fit into the large vase so I put them in a smaller crystal bud vase and set the bud vase, on a saucer, on top of the chest of drawers in our bedroom. I liked how the 3 tulips looked reflected in the mirror on the wall above the chest of drawers.
Artsy.
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HOWEVER, a few hours later when I walked back into the bedroom I noticed that 1 tulip had given up. Cracked under the weight of blooming.
Sure it was still a bit of cheerful color, but it was not working with the other tulips to create a tiny uplifting bouquet. And I had the distinct impression that the Universe was messing with me via these 3 tulips.
But you know what? I didn’t care, so I left the tiny bouquet just as it was as a reminder that we all do what we can to make each day special & unique. In our own way. Regardless of what other people may want us to do.
N’est-ce pas?
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