I went overboard on flowers at the market this week. You would have done the same if you had seen what was there for the buying.
I decided it was a good idea to buy flowers for all the rooms in our house.
The gooseneck loosestrife could not be passed up. I don't generally go for an all white arrangement but this one was calling my name. Very LOUDLY. I think it said "I would look great in that creamy tan pottery pitcher you have".
These black-eyed susans begged to go amidst the yarn, sea shells, rocks, books, and candles on the table in the living room.
Zinnias from Madeline in the kitchen. Where they belong. So I can examine them very closely. Every single time I walk by.
I would like the record to reflect that I did not buy any peonies in cups.
Although I probably should have. To put right up here next to my computer. In the art room. What was I thinking?