Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Now I try to bring them inside with me whenever I see them. They never last long but I put them in my hair so I can smell them all day. One night before my husband and I were married I pulled back my covers to find he had picked a bunch of orange blossoms and scattered them in my sheets. I slept so well that night.
They are more than a flower to me...they return me memories and provide reassurance that I am home. I will never grow tired of taking time to smell my favorite flower, even if it's only for a month or two out of the year.
Posted by Wendy at 4:57 PM