Flowers and friendships shake each others hands, don’t they? They are virtual gifts that we can send across the world or very real gestures that melt the hearts of our loved ones and give consideration to a new acquaintance. Offering something alive is never a haphazard thing even in our casual, frayed at the cuff society.
Not too long ago, a couple that we adore finally came to see our new apartment. As my copine is German, she brought a traditional house-warming gift from her homeland, for, with a little bread and salt, one already has all that is needed. I loved the little bit of green watercress and the carefully tied bow–it made a thoughtful gift even more so. Her charming husband, who is most certainly French, showed his roots by offering the always appreciated bottle of Champagne–cold and ready to pop!
In turn, I had bought fresh flowers to prepare for their arrival, for nothing makes friends more at ease in a new space than gorgeous blooms to gaze at. And yes, Remi did his part too–hence the wine lined up on the side table. An exchange of flowers and a toast to the importance of creating lasting bonds. Salut!
Oh Tish, finding both yours and Dash's blog in the same morning was a bit overwhelming (as they are both for me, clearly, "why did it take me so long to find these?" type experiences)–but not accidental for they came up as links to previous posts from French Settler week on My French Country Home. I saw them and thought "tiens". I loved your stories and honesty. I am delighted to have you both here.