Green Thumbs and Fresh Flowers

I really love fresh flowers, but I don't buy them often. I'll confess, I weigh up the cost of a bunch of flowers against how many cups of sweet, delicious coffee I can buy...and in my area, coffee is reasonably priced and flowers are super pricey, and I really couldn't handle giving up a few days worth of coffee for the sake of flowers.
So when I found a teeny little grocer selling reasonably priced flowers, I snapped up a bunch and headed home. As I was walking, I realised I was smiling. Before I knew what I was doing, I was stopping to pat random dogs (my local dog-walker asuured me they wouldn't bite!) and chatting to a few locals. I'm quite sure I was only moments away from skipping along the streets, tipping an imaginary hat at the fine people of Surry Hills.

And I couldn't help but think that if I just bought flowers more often, even at the expense of a few coffees a week, I might just be a little better off in the long run. Maybe.

[My curious kitten, Soda, inspecting the flowery invaders]

And yes, there's definitely a theme developing here. I've been setting aside this weekend quite some time to be an especially flower-centric few days. This plan really only extended as far as my own balcony garden, but I figure it only makes sense to share a little flowery inspiration on here too.

The reason for the flowery theme? It's a long weekend here to commemorate ANZAC Day, and in memory of my grandfathers who both fought in WWII, one as an RAAF pilot and the other as a Rat of Tobruk, I'm going to spend tomorrow planting a combination of poppies and rosemary. It's a ridiculously small gesture in the scheme of things, but it's a family tradition that I cherish nonetheless.

On that note, have a great weekend and I'll see you back here on Tuesday.

xx Kit