It is very unusual of me to be up at 7am on a Saturday morning. I usually sleep in till 9am. Saturdays are the only days that I can enjoy that luxury.
On Monday to Friday I am usually out of the house before 7:30am…and even though Sunday mornings are presumably easy, it’s not as easy as my Saturdays.
Ever since flowers began to show up this year, I have found myself admiring a lot of the wild ones I usually see on my way out in the mornings. Wild flowers are one of the reasons I long for my Nigerian spring.
Last Monday I decided that I would take a walk on Saturday to pick a few…and that’s why I was up at 7am.
I woke my son up to join me for the walk… He didn’t think he would like it. So I went alone.
It was a beautiful walk. I found different kind. A few looked like crocuses. They were everywhere and in different colours.
When I was done picking, I walked back quickly to put a bouquet together. I loved the outcome.
I’m sitting in my living room, looking at my bouquet and enjoying a cup of coffee while I write.
Oh…my son thinks I should have made him go for that walk. We have a date for next Saturday.
