Woke up this morning to five candy striped roses on my balcony - the first batch of the season. After a week of rain and gloom, the sun decided to show up and kick my container garden into gear just in time for the Rapture. With lots of fat buds and the promise of lush blossoms, I wage the eternal battle against Bastard Aphids of the Apocalypse, squashing them mercilessly between thumb and finger.
I got my hair did today, which always makes me feel virtuous since I am the least well groomed person I know. I bounced out of the salon with my End of the World Hair and stumbled across these dark, luscious peonies. I bought them, even though it was Korean highway robbery. I don't think I need to tell you how delicious this bouquet smells.
