White peonies

I bought them as a gift, but taking them home in the car, as they filled the car with their beautiful scent, I was filled with self-resentment and crankiness that a) no one ever buys beautiful flowers for me, and b) I never buy flowers for myself. I always tell myself that it's a pointless indulgence, as I'm standing there in front of the florist window, or even at the supermarket checkout staring at the wall of gerberas in buckets. At Hacienda, as the lovely man was wrapping them up for me in two-tone pink tissue, we talked about making the effort and time to buy flowers, and to care for them properly, and the joy they bring to the entire house.




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