It's flower can Friday... the reason I carefully wash, dry, and save tin cans in January. I love flower can Friday.
It began ... um... last year, was it? I had dozens of broad-faced zinnias and spindly, fragrant rosemary and, living alone, I always feel guilty for keeping it to myself. Seems like flowers shouldn't be a private-viewing-only type of display, you know?
So out came a few tin cans and in went bunches of pillowy, unfurled flowers. While I adore arranging flowers and could spend an hour on one bouquet, these arrangements are colorful mismashes. Wild. They mimic a June garden-stroll caught in the hand. It's summer in a can.
On Fridays, I usually begin dropping them by a home or two just to say "I hope you're feeling better" or "Thanks for being you". There's something about leaving a small trail of flower cans behind that gives me new hope for the day. That makes me more thankful for my small world of blessings.
I wished you lived near. If you did, you'd undoubtedly have a flower can waiting for you this evening. And the tag... it would probably read: "Thanks for sharing your time with me. I hope you know how much it means."
Happy June weekend. -Brin