Today is the first day of spring, and I rang it in by buying the flowers I've always feared most: Hydrangeas. I find them lovely, and they definitely say "spring." But every time I see them in the store, I think about how bad they'll look as they die. All those tiny petals. I just know they're going to have a lingering, messy death.
I usually buy tulips. Neat. Clean. They perish with a minimum of fuss.
I'm not sure what that says about me that I can't enjoy flowers without anticipating their demise. I'm sure it's some failure on my part to live in the moment.
I'm working on it.
Anyway, they DO look lovely.
For now.
