There is nothing better than to come back home and discover a bunch of flowers waiting for you. Especially when they have meticulously been chosen for you. As I mentioned before, I grew up in a house that was always filled with flowers, so having them around feels like being home. I have a thing for peonies, but any bright flower will make me happy really. I have great memories of sunny afternoons picking wild daffodils with my mother in the forest next to the local castle in France or playing with "gueule de loup", these little flowers that look like an open mouth when you squeeze them, on my way to school. Flowers are probably the easiest way to make me smile indeed.