I wanted something that said spring or summer the other day; the sunflowers in the florist section of the grocery story screamed just that. I didn’t want to buy them for myself, so instead, I splurged and bought them for my mom. They’re definitely cheery! Sunflowers in January: a little happiness in a blue pitcher.
It’s a soothing balm for this Janu-weary soul of mine. Spring come fast, spring come soon.