Sometimes a girl just needs flowers. There’s something about fresh flowers that remind me of life: sweet, fresh, lively. And when when they die, they make me sigh with a bit of sadness and I hold my breath while getting rid of them–they stink! Life indeed.
So, when I realized I needed a pick me up (working late of course), I stopped and looked around and realized there was an arrangement in reach. Their silky smooth flesh was only arm’s reach away and I remember…life. Sigh.
A Connoisseur of Life 