I hoped and hoped and hoped for a better year this year—and by golly my wishes have been granted. Perhaps it’s that the wisteria is blooming, or the lilac, or the tulips. Or perhaps it’s all of the light treading, early mornings, hot coffee, or warm sunshine. Whatever it is, I like it. Good things are happening.
I’ve made early morning flower market trips part of my ritual the past few weeks, making sure that I’m getting the creme de la creme of the fleurs to work with. Sure, it’s taken a bit of a toll on the friday night life—most twenty somethings aren’t getting up at 4:30 or 5 to begin working—but I’m always searching for any excuse to stay in on a Friday night anyhow so this is all working out for me.
A quarter of the year is already over, and I can only hope that the next three are just as eventful and happy. I’ve got the peak of the growing season and weddings to look forward to—and a trip to Hawaii in the queue.