The day was sunny but brisk. My walk to the post office took five minutes longer than it would have otherwise, because I had to stop and admire the pair of hawks perched on the light pole.
Unlike smaller birds who fly away when I try to get close, these two could have cared less that there was a person nearby taking their photo.
I made the post office drop and continued on my way. As I was meandering down a
connector road I saw a sign in front of a house on the other side of
I checked for traffic and crossed the road to take a better look. There was a table filled with black florist buckets holding bunches of single variety, cellophane wrapped flowers. More buckets were on the grass below.
Thanks to the brisk temperatures many of the flowers were droopy, and I didn't know if I could revive them, but a bunch
of green button mums and a bunch of rust-colored calla lily blooms came home
with me. The combination felt holiday festive.
It took me 20 minutes to get home, and I tried to keep the flowers safe. I
ended up putting the empty grocery bag over the bloom end so they wouldn't get
blown around, but wished I had something to keep the stems wet. Back at home I
arranged the blooms in a vase and added a packet of flower food. Some of the
mums were starting to shed petals, but they perked up with food and drink.