Flowers in a boy's bedroom
This week, there's been peonies on the kitchen table. Slowly, slowly unfurling. Releasing a subtle but noticeable fragrance.
Today, I took the vase of flowers up to Ozzy's room to take a photo of them. His dark navy walls help give photos a dark and moody feel (see above). In he sauntered, said 'wow!' and casually announced: "They are beautiful. I would love some flowers in my room."
And so tomorrow we'll be heading to the local florist where he'll pick a bunch. Because a. I know this phase won't last for long and b. I'd like to nurture his love of flowers so that in years to come, when he's an award winning florist we can work together...