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💛 from the hearth 💛

Dear friend,

I am not someone who lives in grey areas. I am passionate to the point of obsession, free to the point of reckless, sensitive to the point of paranoia. (That is to say, I definitely would have been carted off to an insane asylum for female hysteria back in the 19th century.)

So, when I tell you I love flowers, I don’t just mean that I think they’re pretty, or that they smell good, or make for a nice centerpiece. When I tell you I love flowers, I mean that I pick pentas with uncivilized abandon, daydream about fields of forget-me-nots, dangle daisies from my ears like they’re part of my person.

And while others might think I’m a bit over the top, I like to look at myself like I look at flowers—colorful and unabashed and full of joie de vivre.

Flowers inspire me endlessly with their transitory beauty and kaleidoscopic grace. I hope you find that same inspiration in today’s postcard, each section filled with the blooming spirit of spring.

🐝 seasonal selections 🐝

• If you own some land, please install a native wildflower meadow so I can vicariously live through you.

• Maria Schoettler’s magical artwork often features flower themes, but these bumper stickers make me especially giddy.

• I’ve been waiting for the perfect postcard to share this classic literature-inspired vase/planter, and I think today is the day.

• This Fairy Godmother print adorns my dining room wall, and it’s exactly how I felt while writing today’s postcard.

• “I fell asleep beneath the flowers / For a couple of hours / On a beautiful day…” I’ve been absolutely jammin’ to “Daydreamin’” by Lupe Fiasco ft Jill Scott lately.

🐣 spectacular vernacular 🐣

efflorescence [EFF-luh-RESS-uhns] (n.) • French and Latin

1. the state or period of developing, as if coming into flower; blossoming

The field was filled with a dizzying efflorescence, blooms of every hue bursting forth in a riot of color and calm.

🌼 cozy conversations 🌼

What spring flower do you love most, and why does it hold a special place in your heart? It’s hard to pick, but mine is the whirlygig. When I was little, my dad let me choose any flower for our garden, and I went for the funky flower because of its noodly name and strange shape. I was delighted to discover that butterflies adored them, and I’d often go outside just to watch the sweet creatures rest lazily atop the petals. 🌻

Thanks for reading, and I do hope you have the snuggest of Thursdays. I’ve been cravin’ kava, so I’m headed to my local kava bar this weekend.

Until next week, stay cozy.

With warmth and whimsy,

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