When I was in college, a string of friends ran the Friday Flowers table in the student center. The idea was that students would buy flowers for dates, for their parents, for to bring to Shabbat dinner, or for themselves.
Last Friday, when I bought a bouquet for Grandma, I also bought tulips for myself. I love tulips, especially variegated blossoms, you know, the kind that have multiple colors.
The flowers I brought home last week are hot pink with white edges to each petal. The glory of tulips is that they continue to grow after you put them into water. I don't know how they do it, but it's like they stretch. After a week, the stems on my tulips are at least 2.5', and the flower heads are slowly opening. In short, they are gorgeous.
It has been a long time since I bought myself flowers, but they seemed appropriate to celebrate not only the end of the week, but also the impending end of January. The purchase was a celebration of the promise of spring, the joy of not having to work for two days.
I'm looking forward to filling my home with flowers from my own garden, once the temperature inches back to tolerable.
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