Flowers that visit the broken vase

The rose received this morning

This rose was placed this morning on my piano while I was playing my regular Sunday gig. I really can't complain about the reception I receive from the people who are listening to the piano music during breakfast in that hotel. The ambience is peaceful, the blue sea and the morning sun are invading the space through the glass wall... the kind staff, the variety of food and the additional musical background make the guests also show their thankfulness for the received attention. People come to express their gratitude for the absorbed peaceful sounds, which is not new to me. But it was the first time someone brought me a flower in this venue. No words, but both saying with eyes a silent thank you.

I know it is just a detail, a flower that will last for a few days in a vase where I already have another two roses received last Friday after a concert. Sometimes I feel sorry for these flowers as they are cut-off stems of plants that got first a bud and then bloomed. Maybe a curse they bloomed as that way they found their death... But let's try to see the topic from another angle. It is Sunday, it should be an easy day to go and anyway, it is Mother's Day in Spain (though, it is not in all countries).

I think I successfully educated my son not to buy me bouquets of flowers for this day. I prefer his words and some kindness (which should not be reserved just for one day of course :D) but he still likes to buy some plants. Well, he bought these hyacinths a few weeks ago. He actually went to buy a completely different thing, that he didn't find and came back with two little pots of hyacinths. 😆

Hyacinths bought by my son

He was forgiven haha, as I like the fragrance of this flower. Tulips, hyacinths and daffodils will always remind me about spring and childhood. Each one of these is welcome in my home. If not in my home then at least to see them.

Tulips from the hotel

There are also different types of flowers that visited the vase I have at home. It is an old one and it fell a few years ago... one part of it broke, but I felt pity to throw it away. I glued the broken pieces. Broken and fixed - it still served and helped these buds to transform themselves...

...into a bird. Yes.

Wait, what I am talking about, this is not a bird!!

It is just the name of this flower, the Bird of Paradise flower (Strelitzia). One of my students brings me flowers, almost every week. I can't say her not to do that as I know what the piano lessons mean to her. It is a kind of therapy, not just a process of learning notes.

That is how I got (on another occasion but from the same student) some Calla Lillies (Zantedeschia aethiopica). I loved these as I rarely see them. They lasted for a relatively long time in our living room, in the same broken vase. They are beautiful, aren't they?... but again, they died in the end, as all the cut flowers do.

Yes, the flowers that are not cut eventually wilt, though they do it at a natural, slower pace. Seems that all of them have the days counted from the moment they bloom as the end is inevitable, in a vase, pot or nature. Still, their beauty is here for us, to enjoy them in the moment, in present.