She blooms

I was scrolling through Instagram the other morning and it seemed like every other photo in my feed was of cherry blossoms in full bloom. I don’t know where these people are, but in my home town – nada. Not a single cherry blossom to be found. Even though we’re well into April, it’s just not feeling really Spring-like to me, yet.

I know it’s coming. The crocuses have bloomed, despite getting snowed on. I’ve seen a few magnolia buds popping out on their scrawny naked branches. The robins are busy doing whatever robins do this time of year. It’s been April showering the last few days, and that’s got to be bringing those May flowers, right? I just not sure how much longer I can wait for that full blown burst of Spring. So I decided I needed some tulips. You know, sometimes a girl’s just got to buy herself some flowers.

I know some people think it’s weird or sad to be buying flowers for yourself. You should wait for someone special to buy them for you, but I say bah humbug and here are just a few reasons why.

  • They’re frivolous, inexpensive and pretty much guaranteed to make you smile
  • You’re in a bad mood and want to cheer yourself up.
  • You’re in a good mood and want to spread it around.
  • They cheer up even the dreariest of rooms.
  • They’re pretty, you like them, you want them and because you can.

Of course, it’s lovely if someone special buys you flowers, but you don’t have to wait. Next time you pass a tempting display of blooms, treat yourself to a bunch.

Oh, and the flowers I bought did just the trick. It was grey and gloomy this morning and now the sun is shining inside and out.

How about you? When was the last time you bought yourself flowers? Share your blooming stories in the comments below.

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  • I watch the buds swelling on the tree outside my window. Subtle but there to the discerning eye. The tulip and daffodil leaves are up about six inches. My crocuses haven’t bloomed, but will show soon, I hope. If they don’t then I know the squirrels moved them last Fall to someone else’s garden. This is my bouquet, watching Spring unfold in my stamp-sized bit of garden outside my front door.

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