I Have a New Favorite Flower.
I went to Trader Joe's yesterday for various sundries (think, canned beans and teeny tiny avocados). I markedly did not buy one of their new, allegedly viral mini tote bags that were being carefully guarded by a frightened-looking employee.
I have been spending time on the practice of little pleasures. The other day, I used the steamer on my Breville espresso machine instead of heating my milk in the microwave. Usually, I don't do that because it makes a scary noise, but my lattes obviously taste better when I am brave, and so I indulged. I have been going for walks without a destination, simply to feel the sun and the stretch in my legs. I try not to rush small talk at the grocery store and I take my time palming through the book of the day.
All this to say, I decided to buy flowers at Trader Joe's yesterday. Oftentimes, I pass a few minutes admiring their new seasonal offerings, imagining a me that always has fresh flowers in her home. Yesterday, I decided I am allowed to be that me whenever I want. And so I admired the flowers with the intent of purchase.
That's when I saw them. A flower so sharply unlike any other that I was appalled that people weren't lining up to grab them instead of the mini tote bags. I stole cautious glances left and right, unsure if John Quiñones was waiting around the corner.
The flower in question is a Veronica spicata. You can read about it here.
It sits on my desk now, alongside some white Baby's Breath. Likely, it will wilt in a few days, and I will mourn it, and then I will return to Trader Joe's to replace it. Maybe I will find a new favorite flower or maybe Veronica is my always.
