I love flowers, and luckily for me Hubby buys them for no apparent reason, just the thought that I might like some.
This is the prompt this week:
It’s a glorious day, so I thought I’d pay you a visit. Not that I need an excuse you understand, just that I want to be with you, to share the day, the sun, the moment.
You love flowers. It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple posy of daisies and buttercups from the fields and hedgerows, or a master bouquet wrapped in ribbon and cellophane costing the earth, both are received with the same enthusiasm and pleasure.
It’s one of the many things I love about you.
I decided on roses, bluebells and poppies, sheltered by a sprig of laurel as I lay them before you.
You are forever in sleep My Love, whereas I am dependent on others until my bones mend.
A drowsy bee passes by and I can sense your smile. Hoping he will alight on my offering, my heart swells at the thought, and when he does, I laugh.
I miss you so very much.