You may have heard of the really cheap and trashy novel called “Flowers in the Attic.” Well I have something far better, absolutely gorgeous flowers. In my closet. They arrived just as I was walking out the door. A huge spray of yellow and green and white. I had to run back in with them and try to find a vase large enough to hold them (I mean this is not your average bouquet but rather more like a big bouquet times 3!). My Aunt in the States sent them to me in light of the recent operation. They smell heavenly. I sat them on the coffee table and admired them for a moment thinking furiously “what to do, what to do?” The cats you see. I had visions of returning home and finding nothing but the bare stems with petals and water strewn through the apartment. So I grabbed them up, biggest vase in the house and all, and tucked them into my bedroom closet which I then blockaded with every imaginable item to keep the flower-hungry horde at bay. They were already massing for an assault.

Now I’ve returned from work and was motivated to clean off my coffee table and sweep so that the environment would be more conducive to flower admiring. And now I’ve retrieved them from the closet. They are just simply stunning!