Pretty bouquet

I had a few difficult days the last days, so I had bought myself a cheap bouquet of flowers at the grocery store Friday evening because I thought it was pretty in yellow, white and tainted reds. I am glad I did. It cheered me up through a gray cloudy day. Beauty, even in simple little things like a sun ray on a yellow wall, an evening rain shower which leaves a fine mist hanging in the air just like we had tonight, or a cheap grocery bouquet, gives a sense of grace to life. Little graces.