Sharing My Flowers
I have a thing for flowers. Notice I don’t say I have a love for flowers. No, I have a thing. I can’t quite identify what this attraction is. Yes, I love them, but there’s a deeper psychological “thing” going on when I get lovely blooms in my hands, and put them in a vase to sit near my computer. I derive inspiration and comfort, a kind of pick-me-up, from their delicate innocent beauty. I have a thing for flowers.
I don’t know how or when it started. If I can squeeze a few bucks to get blooms, I’ll do it. There’s no other point to this post other than to share my flowers with you. I buy them about every week or two when I pick up the groceries. I usually get inexpensive flowers in order to not feel too guilty about how often I buy them. But this time I splurged! I bought roses and, Oh-Em-Gee, they’re gorgeous! And I want to share them with you.