My family and I went on a road trip around my home island in the Philippines, and we ended up in an ancestral house in Silay City, Negros Occidental (which is closer to Bacolod City). The house, built by a politician/sugar baron named Gaston, was a roomy 12 bedroom house with old world vibes.
It was a wide-open spaced house, with lots of big floor to ceiling windows, and a very large rooms. Walking around, you could almost pretend that you were in a different century (actually, the whole decor reminded me of the period show, The Knick” :-)).
Anyway, the story of the flowers was that, in a dark house that was so somber, I found a whole bucketful of them. Actually, I was just walking around the house, with my niece Kylie, who is 10, tagging along, taking her own photos, when I saw these on the floor.
The were a mixed variety of mums and Santans and baby’s breath…all wildflowers picked from outdoors, placed in a tin bucket, probably for use later. They were really pretty, and with the sunlight washing the office in light, I had to admit, that common weeds that they were, they made for a beautiful bunch of a serendipitous find. Something I would not have seen if I had not looked, and was always preoccupied with something (that I could not possibly do much about.)
It was just really pretty…and I remembered how important it was to be on the lookout for something. It was always helpful to one’s soul to always look for something beautiful, and good everywhere.
What was your serendipitous surprise today?