It's that one-week season again, when these are in bloom and it seems like every living thing (including people) is at its most beautiful. Usually my birthday happens during this time; this year the week came a bit later. Anyway, I don't cut flowers very often, but I've got this cool vase that seemed to be begging for it today. I'm laying on that couch right now with this right behind my head, and the aroma is so heady it's putting me to sleep. It reminds me somehow of being held by
my Grandma...