What kind of flower am I?
Yeah, no, this isn’t one of those whoo hoo mystically weird posts. I don’t do that.
If I could be a flower, I would be a wild violet.
Granted, that stems partly from it being my favorite flower. It’s a shy sort of flower, but it packs a wallop in scent. You can smell them on a warm spring day, the scent wafting up from the shady hidden depths of the lawn. Though, for the record, they actually do much better in the sun, and sunshine makes them smell better.
I love violets. They are usually the first sign of spring around here, though lately the wild cyclamen is fighting for that position. Well, either way, cyclamen, violets, they are both gorgeous in the spring. Especially after an amazingly loooooooonnnnnggggg winter. This was one of those years.
After months of rain, snow, wind, snow, rain, fog, clouds, rain, snow, rain, oh and did I mention rain? It’s been nice to see sun, (though that has been limited) and spring flowers.
Crocuses, hepatica, cyclamen, violets, blue weedy flowers that I have no idea what they are called, daffodils starting to poke their sunny heads up. It’s about time! I seriously thought I was going to go nuts with all the rain and snow.
Oh, here’s irony for you. The first day of spring it snowed eight inches of snow! Eight inches! Puleez. Thankfully it was practically all melted by the time 3pm rolled around. Go figure.
Now, I am not totally complaining, oh, and I promise the ‘valley girl’ talking will end in a moment here, but I do crave some sun occasionally. We do need it to survive.
Someone asked me how my day was yesterday. I think I surprised him when I beamed at him and said, “really good. It’s sunny, and it’s always a good day if there is sun.” I actually coaxed a smile out of this person who never smiles. See, so even that made it a good day.
And this post really has nothing to do with anything, but well, I needed something to write about and well, flowers are always a good thing.