flower power

Last night the most gorgeous arrangement of flowers was left in our apartment for April. She had already gone to bed and we were forbidden to wake her. It was just as well. She woke up expecting a crummy day and got a wonderful surprise. It didn't just affect her either. All four of us in the apartment were giddy with it. I am wondering to myself, is it the thought that counts; the surprise that excites us; or is it really that we swoon over flora?