Prozac in a vase

I am rather enjoying the lovely bouquet of yellow daisies and rich green ferns on my kitchen counter. I smile every time I walk into the kitchen. During the fruitful months of summer and early fall, there were always flowers from our garden in that vase. . .and the one in the bathroom. . .and the one in the living room. . .and, well you get the idea. I realize that flowers are the principle difference indoors between summer and winter. I hate to purchase flowers from the grocery store. They are shipped to the cold and frigid state of Utah from places like California, Mexico, and even Brazil (uh, totally not sustainable). They are pumped full of fertilizer and pesticides and preservatives. It really is a purchase, I can't justify. I can justify the occasional apple from California, but the flowers? Well, it just seems selfish. Yet, I longed for those bright yellow daisies on my kitchen counter. So, I broke down. I chose flowers that have a long 'cut flower' life, so I could stretch the joy out as long as possible. And, It is absolutely fascinating how that one little vase of flowers lifts my spirits over and over and over again. Not sustainable, but totally worth it.