We can let the computer go to sleep, in the middle of our workday, and, for a few moments, let the flowers, however tiny, refresh our own brains.
When I worked at Conde Nast, fresh flowers were delivered to the offices every week. I got a gorgeous, vibrant bouquet on my desk, courtesy of the admirable ZeZe's wizardry. (The company provided flowers for all its magazine reception areas and editors' offices. Yes, we were coddled.) But there were times when their presence would quietly fade into the background; I stopped seeing them, appreciating them.
bear's breeches, for instance, and the leaf of Acanthus mollis is even more dramatic). And in a vase by Frances Palmer--even better! Speaking of, please check out the story, PDF on her site, about her amazing garden in the beautiful Connecticut Cottages and Gardens magazine--and her new terra cotta work for an upcoming show with photographer Sandi Fifield. I wrote a piece for Sandi's new book, Between Planting and Picking.
Every once in a while, stop what you are doing, and gaze into green depths. And wonder at the evolution that led to the crinkled edge of a leaf.