I must have walked by those flowers a million times, but it wasn’t until my wife picked me a bunch and put them on my desk after a long and challenging day that I really looked at them for the first time and appreciated how delicate, unique, and perfect they are and how much joy they bring me. Enough said about this day for it was not one that I want to repeat, either in the physical world or in the malaise of swampland that my brain can create.