I went out to the garden for just one thing to add to the dinner I was making. Carrots. That's all I needed. But....I got a little bit distracted along the way - it just couldn't be helped. The flowers! Everywhere! Some needed to come back in with me. And be arranged, and then spread through the house.
I hope that someday, my children forgive these foolish thing their Mama does, these things that don't make a lot of sense but that are a part of our days. The nights when dinner is late because Mom was cutting flowers instead. And maybe even - in my wildest of parental fantasies - that they do the same themselves, as the grown ups they'll someday be.
