This week has been gloomy and decidedly un-spring-like in Oakland. Though I caught a glimpse of the first glimmers of sunrise while walking the dogs this morning, soon after, the clouds enveloped the pink light and everything turned heavy again.
But on the way up to my office, I ran into one of my coworkers in the elevator, bearing a bucket of fragrant sweet peas that perfumed the lobby and couldn’t help but lift spirits.
“Just like your grandmother used to grow,” she said. Apparently, they’d overrun a vegetable bed, and since she was going to pull them out anyway, she cut a swag of them to bring into the office and share with everyone here.
The flowers disappeared quickly, whisked into offices by the handful. By 11 a.m., the bucket in the kitchen was empty, and everyone’s week was just a little brighter.