It’s Friday evening and I may or may not have already eaten an entire pint of mint chip to myself and a glass of rosé but I feel as though I deserved a quiet night (and also the ice cream) after this very busy week.
The market mornings continued, which were lovely and beautiful. I’m still learning how to put my creativity hat on at 4:30 in the morning, but I’m definitely getting better at this whole flower thing. Alas, the coffee was aplenty and I certainly always enjoy that.
The flower class I taught this week was absolutely lovely. I brought over bales of field and parrot tulips, ranunculus, cute little feverfew friends, rose scented geranium (my absolute favorite scent, by the by) camellia branches, and foxglove. A flower arranging class taught to a women’s club wouldn’t have been complete without rose themed cocktails, surely, so there were a few of those to be had. Quinoa and spinach salad, and ginger cake too, to “help digestion”, of course. I ate two slices. They were all nice company and it makes me want to start a club where I can talk about my sweet tooth, kids, jobs, television shows…etc, etc. Just enough of the light and fluffy stuff mixed with the nitty gritty. Some of these women have been attending the club meetings for over 15 years. How wonderful to go through so much of life together? This was all very nice to see.
Anyway, life has been good. I forgot how giddy I get about the spring, and I’ve certainly got a bit of the flower fever these days, more-so than normal if you can believe it.
Goodnight, all. I’m off to drift to sleep, leaving my curtains open to let the morning sunlight wake me tomorrow morning—an hour later than last Saturday. Ah, spring.