Flowers

I just love them. I know women who don't, but I absolutely do. I cannot fathom not loving them. There are definitely some that do not smell good, but they are still (for the most part) very pleasing to look at. Or pick from the dozens of ones that DO smell good.

This week I was pressed to take three bouquets of peonies. I brought one to work and the other two fill my home with their sweet fragrance. Previously it was lilacs, and before that hyacinths. I love walking into a florists, but I too often am persuaded by the flowers' cheerful colors and heavy fragrance and saddle myself with one or two plants.

I purchased a few bags of seeds. I say a few as in about ten. I have planted a few in the corner of my yard but have no great hopes for them. Should they bloom though, I will be absolutely delighted! I borrowed pots from the library and set them up with flowers around my little home. They seem to welcome me with their vibrant colors.

TJ left this weekend to go to a wedding that he is in (logistically it did not work for me to attend). Before he left, he gave me a single rose from the rose bushes at his house. It was wrapped in a damp paper-towel and in a ziploc bag. It was such a simple and thoughtful gesture.

It is a deep red rose with perfectly extended petals. 

I just love flowers.