Tour through a Domestic Violence Shelter

Today I went on a tour through a domestic violence shelter, and I noticed so many fake plants. For some reason, that made me sad. The shelter itself wasn't sad. There was lots of life and hope despite the obvious pain. It's a great shelter and community, but I felt ridiculous for being so sad about the fake plants. I was a case worker recently for victims and survivors of natural disasters and worked with Hurricane evacuees from Katrina and Ike. From that experience, I learned to not dwell on the past and to push for things in the now, RIGHT now because it was always urgent. Shelters are a blessing because they offer assistance and hope for the right now. They're a result of something terrible, but why the plastic fake plants? Maybe they represent that awful past and aren't in the here-now solution. They were made in a factory far away, most probably by underpaid women, and they're just depressing. They don't even make me angry, and I much prefer to get angry over these things than sad. I'm thinking about calling up my local Lowe's and asking for some of the plants they'd normally throw away. It'd be nice to surprise the families on Mother's Day with plants, but that seems like it might be silly. Still, plastic plants are an abomination and even more silly. A dead, artificial dust collector. They were so out of place.