I'm sitting at my desk next to the most luscious white roses in a glass vase.
For Valentine's Day Steven promised to buy me flowers every week for
the whole year. Some puritan, practical voice inside me said, "No -- that's way too much."
But when the voice jumped out into the super decorated kitchen
at our Valentine's dinner with Steven and Sam (our youngest),
Steven pretended his heart was broken. Under the dollar store strings of shiny red cupids, and the looping shiny red hearts over the kitchen cabinets, I faux pas -ed. So...this week he kept his promise and bought me a bouquet of Ontario grown white roses. My flower store friend, Lyn assured him the local flowers were better than those flown across the world from Paraguay --"fresher," she said.
What a treat. Have a beautiful day!
Pictures -- 1. In the Avenue Road flower shop. 2. The flowers on my desk (there are more in the kitchen).
OK I am SALIVATING now!!! I would love to walk into a flower shop in Toronto and be hit with the smells and visuals of all those beautiful blooms.
ReplyDeleteThis is something that I DEFINITELY miss from Toronto.
Thanks for posting this.....and what a sweet guy your Steve is. He must be very much in love with you!!
Hi Flora,
ReplyDeleteThe difference is that we NEED the flower stores to keep our spirits
going. You are surrounded by spirit
lifting experiences all the time.