Poppy Field- Monet |
The butterfly was so full of light that it looked as though it would abandon the lid of the wooden box and start flying all over the place at any moment. Its wings were deep purple. Yet, the color faded away as it got closer to the orange-yellow paint. It was framed by colorful flowers and lovely slightly slanting letters formed the word Tea, though justifying the purpose of that beautiful green box.
As I opened it, I could feel the pleasant scent of wood mixed with the sweet pungent smell of cinnamon that came from one of the little colorful teabags. Mint, green tea, lemon, raspberry, vanilla, rose, orange, black tea, jasmine, spices; that mixture of such different scents brought along with it a longing for a cold winter day, a lazy wish of not having to go out to work.
The little tea box arrived in my house in an ordinary afternoon, on a rainy weekday. It was brought by a friend of mine, wrapped in pinkish silk paper. She gently gave it to me even though it was not my birthday or any special day. Such unexpected kindness filled me with joy and showed me again that it does not take much to make us happy. I couldn’t help noticing that when the box got to my house it was early spring, when flowers carry with them the feeling that something new and beautiful is just about to happen.
More than ever the world has been in need of thoughtful, caring people. People who are willing to donate some of their time and attention to others. People like my friend who, because she is generous and loving, reminds us of the lovely purple butterfly painted on the tea box. Luckily, there is no need to be summer or spring for these special people to fill our lives with their lightness and beauty.