Flower Power

Apparently it’s been proven by Vogue, flowers make you happy.

This will be a short post, written on my iPad as my computer gave up the ghost. I have an appointment with the computer shop this afternoon, for which I’m grateful. That you can just sign up for such a thing online. It was a week where the furnace broke, the computer died, and I had a weird and painful breakout on the side of my face. I’m sure all three things will be fine. And if things happen in threes, really, then I’m good.

I took a friend flowers for her birthday last week (and how strange is it to have a birthday during this?? But a lot of us have done so and it’s so much better than not having a birthday), and because I’m a massively selfish person, I also got flowers for myself. The coral peonies are the size of dinner plates! If you’re in Edmonton, these are from Panda Flowers in the West End, and they are still doing curb side pickup which works fabulously.

Probably I would have melted down by now, but it’s the flowers keeping us going. Real flowers and the ones that Rob paints. I realize that it’s an odd privilege to live in a house with all these paintings…makes us look rich rather than the relatively poor saps we really are. I mean, we are, obviously rich in all sorts of ways. But with all of us staying home, and the hope of travel is quite far off, I can’t help but hope that eventually people will wish to buy paintings, to have flowers in their home in the form of painted beauty, all the time. It’s been uplifting for me.

On Sunday we went for an early morning photo walk and I took photos of blossoms, and Rob took some of me and the blossoms so take a look at my Instagram for those.

I’ll hope to get my computer back in working condition in the next week and will write more then. In the meantime, stay in touch and keep well.