Whenever I travel to New York City, I always like to visit my favorite flower shop,
Bloom. I love it because they have many of the flowers arranged by color, a vintage dresser covered with vases full of red flowers, a seating area surrounded by all white flowers. I love the way it feels to be there. My Mom was a florist when I was a little girl. I was a florist in college, and so for many reasons, I love this shop.
Once, I visited in a December, and I was just taking it all in and a man noticed me looking at this vase full of red tulips, I didn't notice him until he came up to me and gave me a simple tulip he had purchased for me from the arrangement that I had been admiring. He said he didn't need to know my name, just saw that he could do something kind for someone and did it, then he walked away.
I have thought often about this kind act.
When I got married, I made my bouquet look like that arrangement I was admiring. I painted this painting of the arrangement there at Bloom.
Last Friday, I got an award for this painting at a show.
