I once worked with a young Ecuadorian woman. We often ate lunch at a nearby mall. On one occasion we noticed decorations being set up and walked over for a closer look. I was thinking tasteless junk and looked over to say let’s go when I noticed her staring. After a few seconds she said, “I wish I could buy some of these for my mother.” Stunned, I replied, “I’ve seen pictures of your mother’s yard – filled with some of the most beautiful flowers I’ve ever seen!” And, she sighed, “Yes, but she doesn’t have plastic ones.”