IT ALL BEGAN a month ago, when someone we knew sadly lost her husband suddenly. We wanted to send flowers, of course, so I found myself searching online for florists that would deliver in her area and would not disappoint. I'd been here before, searching the internet for flowers to say thank you, only to find out later that the bouquet that arrived didn't look anything like the photo ...
IN THESE LAST DAYS before Christmas, the city sidewalks are filled with last-minute shoppers, merry with the flush of cava and happy to be jostled about by the elbows and shopping bags of grandmothers with arms filled with gifts, and couples hoping to surprise one another with their thoughtfulness. Everywhere, there seems to be a feeling of good cheer.
A FEW STOLEN MOMENTS here & there, of what has been happening around here lately . . . snakeskin pumps and marble staircases, quaint narrow laneways & romantic cobblestone streets, castles and antique china and white wicker baskets at favourite florists, gilded chairs and bedroom toile and roses, roses, roses, and it’s all in a day’s work . . .