Friday, January 30, 2009
My beautiful flowers have decided that spending any more than 4 days on top of my television is just not worth the effort. I don't think it's fair. I will come to terms with it, but for the record - I'm not happy about it. I wish fake flowers were as enjoyable as real flowers. Maybe the magical thing about real flowers is their fleeting time with us. Perhaps they give us just enough time to enjoy their beauty, but not so much time as to become ordinary. Hmm..
Posted by Rachel Lake at 2:19 PM