Les Fleurs

On a freezing cold day I left the office to grab a quick lunch at home. Bad dreams the night before had me in a funk and I needed to get some fresh air to shake them off.

Since I park in the garage on the alley, it's rare that I walk up my own front steps. I made it to the top of the first set of stairs before it registered there had been a small brown lump at the bottom of them. I turned around and bent down to see what it was.

There, nestled in the snow, was a perfect, dried, round hydrangea blossom. None of my neighbors have hydrangeas in the summer (much less in January) and I live no where near a florist. I have no idea where it came from but I picked it up and smiled for the first time all day.



The crazy thing is that last year, on a really tough day, I found a branch of dried hydrangeas stuck under my garage door.

It's a mystery. And I love it.

Photos taken by me.