The end of Feburary and the beginning of March leave me grumpy. There's the promise of spring, but it feels as though winter may never end. The skies are grey more often than not, and the world seems a bit bleak. While I love a nice rainy day every now and then, I am most certainly someone who thrives on sunshine.
The best cure I've found for the end-of-winter-blues is bunch of flowers. A cheap bouquet from the grocery store, dumped on the table for my sister to arrange.
Ten minutes later I've got sunshine in a weck jar and a smile on my face.
The mess just might be the most beautiful part.
