For Easter I cut a few blossoms of the Lenten Rose (Hellebore Orientalis, as it were) to float lazily in a glass dish. So lovely.
But the strangest thing–every time I leave the house, I come home to flowers strewn every which way, and a bowl bereft of water.
I’ve interviewed the staff at great length; no one is talking. Suspiciously, they also refuse to make eye contact. Interesting.
I guess sometimes you’ve just got to live on the edge–when the opportunity arises, you’ve just got to take it. It’s all part of the intrigue. So that’s my wish for you: may you happen upon the perfect indulgence; may your days be filled with such delight, you feel as though you’re getting away with something you shouldn’t.
. . . a weekend of grand adventure to you, my friends!