My husband came home this morning with the loveliest Mother's Day bouquet. When I was putting the flowers in a vase, several small blooms scattered out, broken in the cellophane wrapper. I hated to lose the small blossoms so I put them in a glass of water, hoping to keep them going for a few days. I hadn't anticipated the wonderful refractions from the light, the glass and the water.
It's been crazy-cold around here the last few days, yet everywhere you look, there's color. At this time of year, the buds that fill the maple tree outside our front window sport flowers of both pale green and deep purple. When the wind gusts and the sun dances through the branches, the tree looks just magical.