flowers, for me?

Lazed around for most of the morning, but decided to pick myself up off the sofa and walked to Downtown Crossing to do some shopping and enjoy the warm weather. Strolled by Lambert's Market on the way home and picked up two bunches of asparagus, two boxes of strawberries, and some blueberries. I needed a little pick-me-up, so I bought a boquet of tropical flowers – bright orange birds of paradise, cranberry-colored bromeliad, and bushy palm fronds.


As I walked through the Westin, on the way back to my apartment, I passed the doorman, who gave me a thumbs up and said "Well done, man!" I was puzzled at first, but chuckled when I realized that he was referring to the boquet I was clutching under my arm. Little did he know, the flowers were just a selfish indulgence.

For dinner, I made a mushroom and wild rice risotto with spears of steamed asparagus, from the market, on the side. Thought briefly about pairing it with a glass of wine, but laying my eyes on the tropical boquet gracing my living room and settled on a cold bottle of Corona instead, dreaming of lying on a beach somewhere warm and sunny with the waves creeping up to my toes.