Flowers for a Friend

It's been a year since Giles took his leave.

A whole year without a 'must catch up darling'.

A whole year of thinking 'wouldn't it have been nice to have gone to lunch today'

But also a whole year of hearing  his voice in my head "what are you waiting for? Drink the damned champagne and smell the roses now dear"











And so I have had a whole year of flowers in my bedroom.  Seems like a complete luxury.  An unnecessary frivolity.  But a great pleasure bringing a smile whenever I look at them.