But I just had to throw the flowers away. I waited until last night to tell him so he wouldn’t be surprised. He knows that they’ve been messing with my allergies this whole time. I just couldn’t take it any more. So when the early blooms started dying I told him that I was going to toss them.
So sad too since they still looked so pretty. I was tempted to just pull out the dying ones and keep the rest. But then I remembered that the mere touching of the beautiful (and the dying) flowers would likely make the allergies worse still.
But I still love him and I still appreciate my flowers. I even have photos to remind me of just how beautiful they were.
Here’s to non-sneezy, non-teary eyed days…