On a beautiful spring day, I took my lunch break outside on a bench under a huge, shady tree. I was alone but it was nice to leave my workplace and spend some time outside.
Lately, I’d been reflecting on the loneliness in my life, several years after a divorce and a major move. I’d finished raising my family alone and was occupied with surviving in the 90’s working world. Perhaps that was why I had not met a new mate, someone with whom I could share my life and love. I’d not really ever entered the arena of singles, which was always dominated by a greater number of women (and young women, at that) than men. I kept busy with my teenage daughter’s activities, visits from my grown son as well as being involved in volunteer work.
At the office there were quite a few married women, who sometimes received flowers at work from their husbands. The arrangements often had notes attached, telling them the flowers were sent “just because.” I admired the flowers, but, even more, the sentiments behind them.
Unhappily married for many years, I had never become accustomed to receiving anything – just because. I longed for flowers like those and envied those loved women.
At the picnic table, as I started my lunch, I felt something fall on my head. It was a blossom on its way down to the grass. I looked up and saw that the huge tree I was sitting under was full of graceful flowers, which hung within fairly easy reach. I hadn’t even noticed them, because I hadn’t looked up.
I immediately saw that I was being gifted by flowers, beautiful flowers from Someone who loved me. He wasn’t going to leave me without my own token of love. I stood on a brick ledge and gathered a few low-hanging blossoms. I took them back to my desk, and placed them in a glass jar. It was wonderful to see them as I worked, and to be reminded during the day that Someone wanted me to have flowers, just because . . . . .

Inspired by Suzanne F. Diaz