our anniversary (the flower story)

while out walking we went to olivia's market, because i thought maybe patrick would want to buy me a flower (i didn't even try to hide the reason). but there weren't any good single stems, so i said we'd keep walking.

once we had decided where to have brunch, we approached a place called daffodil's. from across the street i got excited, 'ohh, maybe that place is a florist, and we can go in and buy a flower!' kind of teasing, but totally intent now on a single stem.

i would have been content with plucking a bud along our walk, but nothing has bloomed at all yet. there were a few tulips peeping their greens out of the soil, but not a flower to be found along our walk. apparently not even at daffodil's, which is CLOSED on sundays.

'oh my gosh, we're going to walk right past larkspur,' the place where patrick claims they know him. 'do you think it's closed on sundays, too?' it was kind of becoming a little game. larkspur was just shy of the brunch spot we had decided upon, so it wasn't out of the way or at all. and the door said open sundays! so we went in!

i kind of liked these droopy pink guys, but thought that would be a weird flower to pick.


to be continued (again) ....