I have always thought in my next life (or this one) that I would own a
flower shop called Rosehips & Water. There is something that feels
so wonderful to me about flower shops. The smells are intoxicating.
Everything feels fresh. I love the piles of leaves and petals underfoot
as you contemplate an arrangement. There is happiness and gratefulness
attached. Anticipation abounds. We actually "stop and smell the roses".
And isn't that something we need to do more often? So maybe. One day. In
front of my art studio in some sweet coastal town. Colors outside with
the flowers and colors inside on the canvas.
