For the day after Valentine’s Day, I received a beautiful bouquet of roses. They were this really pale pink (like my favorite sweater) with a pale green on the surrounding petals. They were really wonderful and I brought them home and immediately split them up, like I do every bouquet. I love to place individual flowers in bud vases around my apartment- in the shower, a shelf in my bedroom, the stove- various places where it is a guarantee that I’ll stop to smell them. There is just something about flowers in random places that make me smile. Especially, when the flowers themselves are on a random day or from a random person.
But there comes a point when the flowers start to wilt. Their heads begin to face the ground. And in the shower one morning, I thought, I’m just like this rose. I am beautiful and smell like a woman should, but I too fade. But give me a little fresh water and sunshine and I’ll perk back up.
This is my gentle way of saying, Spring, where are you? I can’t wait to be able to hear the birds first thing in the morning, shower with the small window open for fresh air, and walk to work without eight layers on. I do love the winter months, but it does seem to be dragging.
We’re both going stir crazy in this charming little apartment- I can’t wait to get out there and RUN! It has been a very busy week so far with only two days down- both nights consisted of an exam and tomorrow I have my first critical debate. Another late one but I feel energized after a quick mini workout- of running, push-ups and hula-hooping. Hula hoops are my favorite. As is sleep.