Hey there 🙂
Quick one tonight. Spent the evening finding books that I could disappear into. Found a few of them 🙂 Currently munching on “A Memory of Violets” by Hazel Gaynor. It’s a historical fiction about the flower sellers on the streets in the late 1800s.
Anyways.. Let me think of one quick:
There is still nothing so delicious (and scandalous!)
as a woman, aged thirty six,
disappearing into the backseat of my car
walking down the streets of London with my little friends calling out:
Flowers for sale! Primroses in the Summer, Lavender in the Fall, Watercress in the Winter- when we have nothing at all. Flowers for sale!
Image of lavender thanks to Brigette Tohm