Now that it's officially spring, I'm a girl with a one-track mind.
Well hellllllo, Medinilla Magnifica (second picture). If I told you how much time I spent Googling "sexy pink orchidy-looking plant with ginormous leaves" after I first saw you in Positano, you would issue a restraining order. And I would deserve it: two years of Googling is a lot of crazy. Now I leap out of bed in the morning just to stare at you when you're sleeping. Maybe I'll mist you a bit while I'm drinking my coffee, maybe I'll coo a little over your cascading pink blossoms. We're in the honeymoon stage and I'm enjoying this brief window of time before you start bitching about humidity levels and the indignity of having to live on top of one of Fauxhawk's ugly black speakers. At some point I'll stop trying to impress you, but for now, I'm your slave.
Wazzup, Princess Alexandra of Kent? We haven't actually met yet, but you're on your way to me now, you leggy little minx. And when you arrive, my little mail order bride, I'm going to grab you by your bare roots and...plant you. Say goodbye to your sheltered, rarified existence - the balcony awaits.