bread and roses

Today it was raining and I was tired and I wasn't happy with my doctor's appointment or with the class I am teaching.

A gray day.

I stopped at the store and there were bouquets of flowers on special, half off. Big bundles with colorful roses, asters, fresia and palm fronds.

I bought two bunches: one for my mom and one for myself. My mom loved them and I love mine too.

When I was in Moscow, I saw flower stands on every corner. I was told that in Russia, if one is down to the last few kopeks, and the choice is between bread or bouquets, more often than not the roses win.

Because it is important to feed the soul.