Thursday's Wild Flowers

I thought flowers were for special occasions.

My dad brings flowers to my art shows.

My mom greets me with seasonal bouquets on my birthday.

My husband gifts floral arrangements for our anniversary and personal accomplishments.

My sister manages to always surprise me on the first day of a new school year with a luscious flower delivery (and a heavy dose of encouragement!).

But the other day I decided to stop by a farm stand on my way home from my appointments.

And I was stunned by the flowers.

The rich colors...

The fresh, earthly smell...

The wild spaces they unapologetically enveloped...

I picked my favorite bunch and let myself feel fancy.

I was today years old when I realized that I could buy myself flowers.

And I didn't need any damn reason at all.

Soft Pastel; 9.5” x 12”