Spring Inside
As I paid for my bag of apples at ICA on Tuesday morning, the cashier handed me a humble bouquet of daffodils. The flowers were probably Easter leftovers and given to early costumers that day in hope of reaching a good home.Ten minutes later, they were placed in my grandparents' beautiful but unpolished silver vase and put above my kitchen fan. Then I left Kristianstad a and was not back until late Wednesday.
Therefore I missed the transformation.
When I came home, the once so humble bouquet had left its humbleness behind. Ten rubbery buds had exploded in a yellow splendor and filled the apartment with a sweet scent of spring.
Yes, today it is spring inside.
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Postat av: mom
visst är det ett under att se blommorna visa sig i all sin prakt och en föraning av våren som äntligen är på väg.
Postat av: Maria
Längtar så efter den riktiga våren med lite värmande vindar och ännu mera sol! Tänk att få sitta ute och känna solen bränna i ansiktet! Ahh, tänk när vi sitter ute på Darins!!! :)
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