There's usually a garden-plucked flower lying around our house, often haphazardly lain on my bedside table or on my work desk. It's the kids. Sweethearts that they are, they often bring home a kalachuchi or other colorful bud they find outdoors. "For you mama," they'd say. Sigh. Kids ages 6 and 4... these are the wonder years.
Sprig of bougainvillea above was plucked by our little girl. Glass container, arrangement, and off-center placement on the dining table all her idea. She did it all by herself too. Whatever you want, little Martha.