Sandy has never been one to bring me flowers, even when I gently suggest, even when I violently prod him. Birthdays, no. Anniversaries, no. Valentines, sigh . . . no. So, I’ve kind of given up hope. I buy myself flowers, because I love them, regardless of the fact that I have to pull out my own wallet. But, still, a girl can dream. And these beauties make my insides go gooshy. So lovely. . . .
This is the start of a new series. I will bring you lovely flowers, some inspirational, some bought and assembled here, some growing beautifully outside. We’ll see how it develops. But I pretty much know, we all enjoy ’em which ever way they come. Now, someone go text Sandy to step it up with the flowers, will you?