Recently I have been paying more attention to the names of the flowers I buy. And I have noticed that I enjoy them all the more. It reminds me of when we started learning the names of our local backyard birds. When my first son was a toddler he loved to watch the birds in the backyard, so when he turned two we bought him a couple of bird feeders to lure the birds closer to the house so we could get a better look. We also got a field guide book. My husband and I were amazed by how many species our little guy could identify before long, and it really did increase our enjoyment of our visitors.
Master bathroom
Last Saturday I learned that these beauties are called Ranunculus. Ha! That's a bold name for such a sweet flower. I love the way their stems stretch out and curve up.
And the papery petals are so delicate.
Coffee corner
A "happy accident" led me to put some by my espresso machine, too. Can't have too many flower spots in the house.
I was also so excited to see lilies again! This time nestled in what looks to me like wild flowers.
Laundry room: extra "wild flowers"
Boys' bathroom: leftover poms and sea holly
But I was bummed that even by Tuesday the lilies were closed tightly accept for the one that was barely open when I bought them; and that one hardly opened, I think because it was too crowded. I articulated my disappointment to my oldest, now 8, and he said, "Yeah, that's ok. I think they're pretty just the way they are." That warmed my heart!
Then Wednesday they started to open!
I changed the water and trimmed the bottoms and weeded out the unhappy wilties. I guess they just needed some time, and beauty like that just shouldn't be rushed. (Sounds like a life lesson in there somewhere.)