I’ll be the first to tell you, I do not have a green thumb. It’s not that I don’t love flowers. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.
What truly binds me to any set of blooms is actually the hunt. Every weekend, I make it a point to track down a beautiful new bouquet to compliment our kitchen table, like the one you see above. Sometimes, that means a quick trip across the street to Whole Foods, while other days it means a drive downtown to Camelback Flowershop, my local go-to.
No matter the store, I walk in asking myself the same series of questions. What kind of mood am I in? Is it one of those lazy, putz around the city kind of Saturdays or is it an errand kind of afternoon, fueled only by an unhealthy amount of coffee?
With all of those thoughts running through my head, it’s almost comical the amount of time I spend browsing each of the different stands, but when I know, I know. Laugh if you must, but whatever bouquet I choose, be it a handful of vibrant tulips or a single, cream-colored geranium, those flowers set the pace for my week to come. The apartment just looks and feels brighter, as do my spirits, which at the end of the day makes all of my efforts worth while.
So, in the time it took for me to put this post together, did I magically become an impressive gardner? No, not at all. I did, however, stop to smell the roses. Now I’m curious, what’s one of your little shortcuts to happiness?