Today I came back from my walk with a handful of wildflowers. I didn’t go looking for them—but there they were: simple, pretty, growing where no one pays much attention. And I felt like bringing them home. They’re not from a flower shop. Some are a little crooked, and a few are so small they barely show. But to me, they’re perfect. I placed them in a glass jar with water and left them by the window. And now, every time I walk by, I catch myself smiling. I like finding beauty in what wasn’t made to be decorative. In what just is, without trying. These little flowers, without meaning to, made my day better.