I liked the flowers that sat on the table under the window a while ago and they weren't you know plastic like they used to be
they were picked fresh from the garden which had been planted a year ago which was a longer while ago than I care to remember.

there's something about a vase full of blooms in a room filled with happiness,
serenity is in the colours of the blossoms I see and I suppose it
lends itself to me.