Well, it’s time once again for the Masters Golf Tournament in Augusta, Georgia.
Sure, you may be like me the first forty-three years of my life, and pay it no mind. But do take heed–you just never know when you’ll marry someone who views these four days in April as something akin to Christmas.
That said, I’ve been brushing up on my golf clap and speaking in hushed tones. I’d break out my khakis and collared shirts, if only I had them (thankfully, the dress code for my couch is much more slack).
Now that company’s arrived, we’re down to picking up a few snack items (Brewer’s nuts from City Peanut Shop, anyone?). After that, we’ve no recourse, but to settle in and enjoy the show.
With that, I wish you a spectacular weekend. May you be surrounded by a few of your favorite people; may you be afforded the luxury of partaking in a few of your favorite activities. And when all’s said an done, may you find the hours so memorable, you can’t help but feel the champion.
Ah, would you look at these beauties?
They’re Peruvian lilies. If you want to get technical, you can call them by their genus name: Alstroemeria. They’re named in honor of Swedish botanist Baron Von Alstroemer who returned from a trip to South America in the late eighteenth century, Peruvian lily seeds in tow. Thanks to his introduction, they gained popularity in Europe and around the world.
It’s understandable, really. They’re such cheery fellows. My home is rarely bereft of a banquet or two. They boast a myriad of colors; and since they stick around for two weeks or more, I feel nary an ounce of guilt.
They also symbolize friendship and devotion.
Seriously, what’s not to love?
So consider this my gift to you. May you feel the warmth of friendship in the days ahead; and may you find the hours bright and lively–even if winter has yet to give in.