I feel like I'm becoming more mature and less like a wild animal you might have trapped while it was stealing your garbage one night. Mature people are always noticing flowers and talking about how gorgeous flowers are and I used to be like, "Eh, what flowers?" I thought it was some sixth sense. I would never notice flowers unless they were a gift to me or someone said something ilke "Hey, look at those pretty flowers over there."
And now I have crossed over. I am always talking about flowers (Did you know that May and June is when the countryside is full of wild poppies?) and asking my great aunts to walk me through their gardens and also I bought a jardiniere for my windowsill this spring.
The little Latin signs at the Jardin des Plantes? I will learn all of them. Because botanical snobbery is SO going to up my womanly value on dates and also, look very good on my resume.
Kathleen and Dax sent these amazing flowers to my family in sympathy and they were a real bright spot in our home. My parents loved them and I took no less than 84 pictures of them.*
Also, if today is Tuesday, I am back in France.
*I don't actually know what they are and I forgot to call the florist before I left town. Feel free to tell me and help in my quest to become a flower geek.