Sometimes, when I can't sleep, or am scared, or in pain, I recite flowers:
sweet pea, violet, daffodil, pansy, crocus, cherry blossom, lilac, lily, peony
Like a mantra, a poem, a prayer,
bluebell, poppy, marigold, zinnia, snapdragon, hollyhock, forget-me-not
Not just saying the words, but seeing them, the flowers,
buttercup, apple blossom, ranunculus, rose, daisy, freesia, dahlia, iris...
Has anyone invented flower therapy yet?
(Imagining a new business card: Jen, Flower & Kitten Therapy.)
This flight of fancy was brought on by the flowers pictured. Outside I'm knee deep in snow, but inside it's an English garden. I've grown cynical about Valentine's Day, sick of being bombarded by the commercialism of it all. But...
I'm feeling the love this year, and sending it to you, my friends.
~ flowers from Bow Street via my sweet husband ~