I can’t decide what I’m looking forward to more.
Or having these shattering beauties on my desk instead of this looking out my office window at wind tossed snowdrifts. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and it’s good to practice mindfulness, not wishfulness. But this winter my mind keeps wandering. And where it wanders is to a world overflowing with the perfume of roses that spray over my front step and to creamy pink peonies so lush they break you heart with beauty.And really, how can that be wrong?