For whatever reason, I had a serious case of the Mondays today. Or, at least, I did until I sat down and noticed the branch of plumeria that I had left on my desk all weekend had bloomed:
Last Wednesday, I was taking a walk in the neighborhood behind my office when I came across a house that had on its lawn a plumeria tree, dripping with flowers. I stopped to pick up some fallen blossoms, when the owner of the house came out. “Would you like some more,” he asked.
“Oh, that’s okay,” I replied, slightly embarrassed at being caught in hedonistic pursuits.
I don’t know if he misunderstood me, or what, but he reached up and broke off a small branch. It was mostly buds, but had a few open blossoms on it. I smiled and thanked him, and then walked quickly back to the office, where I stuck the branch in water.
As the week went on, a few of the other blossoms started opening, but most of them were still closed when I left on Friday. Coming in to find that they were open today–when I had completely forgotten about them–was both exciting and pleasurable. My cube smells like plumeria. Thank you random neighbor!