Stephen has a friend (who is now my friend, too) whose mother is crazy about fresh flowers. Her home is never without them. Even in the dead of winter. And, of course, her home is beautiful and welcoming. Fresh flowers always seem like a luxury to me and so I never buy them. But I wish that I did. I love seeing a bouquet of flowers on my bedside table or next to a stack of books. It makes me so happy.

On Sunday I stopped by our neighbor's front yard (the fellow who works out of town) and poached some more of his flowers. Tulips and snake grass, although I don't think snake grass technically counts as a flower. And then I stopped by another neighbor's yard and poached some lilacs (and more snake grass). I've actually been given permission to poach these lilacs. At least I was given permission three springs ago and I just assume the offer still stands.



I also had a few flowers left over from Melissa's bridal shower that I refreshed and sorted. Then I set to work arranging big bunches of flowers throughout the house.




They're so simple and beautiful. And lovely. I tend to overuse the word lovely in my writing but it's such a lovely word. I can't help myself. Lovely.

I am taking a break from blogging next week. I might take two weeks. I have some other projects I'd like to focus on. I am feeling a bit tired and as though I have too much on my plate. It's all fun stuff but something has to give because I can't juggle that much creativity at one time. My lunch hour is only one hour after all.

I've also got people in town from far away places and I am hoping to lure in some more people (that's you K & R) criss-crossing the Great West.

I know you'll miss me but don't worry, I'll be back.