My lovely husband sent me some flowers last week.
'What a greaser' my Dad would say.
And yes, perhaps he was feeling just a little guilty for being in Hawaii without his wife.
But, in his defence, Brunnell has always been quite good at sending flowers, especially, for no reason at all, other than that he knows I love them, and they're bound to earn him a few extra brownie points.
And who doesn't love to receive flowers?
Little bunch of joy that they are.
Mind you, I remember the first flowers I was ever sent.
From a boy named Rodney.
We were at high school, and, well, to put it nicely, he wasn't remotely on my radar.
And I had absolutely no clue that I was on his.
I didn't think girls in general were on his radar, if you get my drift.
Out of the blue this huge box of blooms was delivered to the door.
Long-stemmed red roses - two dozen.
Lovely - except.... they were fake, something about everlasting love in the note.
Oh my goodness. It took me a while to live that one down amongst my friends!
The flowers that arrived last week - fortunately, an entirely different matter!
Having a florist who knows exactly what to put in the bunch is also most helpful.
And this particular bunch were so simple, and yet the most beautiful combination -
They looked beautiful, and smelled amazing.
Of course the first thing I did was split the bunch up into several smaller arrangements.
That way I can enjoy them throughout the house, and not just in the one vase.
Here are a few sitting on a 'new' old stool, that has just happened to make an appearance while Brunnell has been away.
I wonder if he'll notice that he now has somewhere to put his wine glass?
Will he notice any other changes?
Probably not, but I have been amusing myself moving things here and there.
I've switched around artwork and played with some of my collections.
Nothing major - not this time!
Have a lovely week.
Amanda xxPin It