So warm and welcoming…
Thank you Dale. If I made the rules, birthday celebrations would always start off with a surprise breakfast 🙂
“through an open window
a ray of sun will enter
will sit down on your hair
you will fall silent for a spell”
immerse themselves in the smell of coffee and drowning in taste a juicy grapefruit
Happy Birthday, Dear Mrs Dalloway! 😉 … and I hope I won’t ever hear you say “I’ll buy the flowers myself” 😉 giggle..
” And then, opening her eyes, how fresh like frilled linen clean from a laundry laid in wicker trays the roses looked; and dark and prim the red carnations, holding their heads up; and all the sweet peas spreading in their bowls, tinged violet, snow white, pale–as if it were the evening and girls in muslin frocks came out to pick sweet peas and roses after the superb summer’s day, with its almost blue-black sky, its delphiniums, its carnations, its arum lilies was over; and it was the moment between six and seven when every flower–roses, carnations, irises, lilac– glows; white, violet, red, deep orange; every flower seems to burn by itself, softly, purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!” Mrs Dalloway , V. Woolf
Not so long ago, I got flowers, I remember it well because I never got such a beautiful bouquet, it hid the phenomenal soul.
Thank you so much!!!
Yes! Just like that Mrs Dalloway. . And yes, one of my great delights and small pleasures… to arrange a flower or two 😉
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