I get a little sad this time of year, when I think about the peonies that I planted in the yard I no longer own, blooming for a person I’ve never met, who could never love them as much as my niece and I did.
My valentine this year was the dumpster behind the flower shop. I made a wrong turn and saw this dumpster full of flowers, and a little old lady picking through them. I decided she was on to something.
This is pretty much the nicest valentine gift I’ve ever gotten. No complaints — just a change of perspective.
