While picking up my weekly supply of coconut milk, granola, spinach, and fruit Sunday night, I came across these beautiful pink gladiolus and knew they belonged at the Pink Palace.

I biked this bunch of 4-foot flowers home while juggling groceries, TranquiliT fall samples from the earlier photo shoot, and my typically overstuffed purse on both shoulders and in the front basket.

Although I looked (and felt) like a menace, I couldn’t wait to get the pink pretties home.

Upon arrival, I immediately pulled out two vases, separated the bunch, trimmed the stems, and set one on the mantel and the other on a shelf safely away from curious kitten, Jackson Cezanne Wilson Mooney.

All week these pink stalks have brought a simple joy.

They remind me of the tropics. They bring a smile to my face. They reinforce that flowers are a necessity, not a luxury (the full bunch cost $3.99). They infuse chez moi with a splash of whimsy.

And they remind me that love is found in special touches sprinkled daily.

As Georgia O’Keefe reminds us, really see the flower. Bisous. x