Got home from work today to find a little potted plant with bright red flowers on the doorstep. After such an awful week, this single and lovely thought from my friend, Jean, made the misery melt away, and I carried it indoors with a smile on my face and a little skip in my heart.
There is something very powerful about a small gesture and message from a good friend that is able to sweep away the nastiness of a whole raft of people and circumstances. It makes you realise what is important, and what isn't. Jean knows that flowers are one of my very favourite things. No-one at work does.
So thank you, Jean. That bright red plant is going to sit in my arty-crafty writing room, so I can look at it often this weekend and smile. It is a little thing. But it means a lot.
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