It’s a small thing, really. But flowers, pictures of gardens, walking through gardens, photographing them. Sigh. They make me happy. If we ever have kids, we may be destined to have an Iris, Daisy, Rose, and (if I could knock Rob unconscious while filling out the birth certificate) Poppy. (OMG, my mother would die.) (There I go with the parentheses again. Gah!)
Photos tomorrow of the new couch and front yard. I swear.